Mr Shaky
I had to make a visit to Mr Shaky, otherwise known as the man who works on my teeth, the dentist. I lost a surface filling and had a cavitiy. This not due to the fact that I don't brush my teeth or floss, or use those special brush picks or anything else I can get my hands on to clean my teeth several times a day.
I was told by my hygienist that it is due to my raging battle with hormones and that they are the number one cause of women having problems with their teeth.
The reason I picked this dentist is because of the hygienist. She is so gentle and we have become good friends. But this guy has got to retire. I keep hoping I can wait him out and get someone else. He is old and rough and I now have two abraided places on my lip where he scraped his tools in and out of my mouth. The last time he drilled too far into my tooth and I had to have a root canal after a week of pain and wishing he were buried in my backyard. He also got his little mirror wrapped in my hair and yanked a bunch out then proceeded to put the hair wrapped around the mirror in my mouth.
He also told me the hygienist was incorrect in telling me that I had a nerve exposed but I did need that surface filling. I didn't believe him. I am ashamed to say that I cried real tears. The rest of the time was spent willing myself to find my "Happy Place".
I think the time has come to make a decision about moving on. Do I really want to listen to him talk about his big screen when I have to suffer and then on top of that pay 210.00 for two fillings and look at his Mercedes as I back out of the parking lot?
Should there be pain with fillings?