My Anti-Dentite Moment

13 Oct

I’d never been in a state of hilarity, disgust, fear, and anxiety all at once. Those tend to hit me one at a time. But nothing like a visit to the dentist to just bring out the best in you.

I didn’t hate him, but I sure didn’t love him. I don’t think anybody loves him. I mean he’s got root canals for crying out loud. Drilling at the vary root of it, the most painful, uncomfortable and exposed nerve possible. And at the end of it it’s not just your tooth that hurts…your whole freakin’ face hurts, and all you can do is move in slow motion for about a week.

But it doesn’t stop there … no.

They try to put television now to distract you from the pain of it all, but sometimes they put stuff that just adds to the pain, like the stupid Kardashians. Watching them hurts my brain … and if you do watch them it’s all good for you … but don’t tell me. I still want to think highly of you.

However this visit to the dentist had nothing to do with root canals or that talentless family. Nope. This was something much worse. I’d imagine much more painful if I’d gone through with it.

Although my dentist assures me it’s a necessary procedure if I don’t want my mouth to cave in or whatever in 20 years. But I’m up in the air about it. I wonder what Ferris Bueller would do?

You see there I was enjoying the sounds of the Showcase Showdown and Drew Carey on The Price is Right, when my dentist paused.

Hmph.

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Anti-Dentite Moment

He told me to give him a minute and then another chick entered the room. They both examined me, with that the miniature Captain Hook hook and the tiny mirror. They nodded in agreement and then he took off his mask.

You’re gums are receding. They’re in bad shape.

I had no idea they could do that, but apparently I’m an angry brusher. I was told I could no longer scrub my teeth like I was at a car wash, I needed to be doing it in a gentler manner, which was weird because I never thought of myself as an angry brusher, I just wanted my teeth to be clean.

All right sounds good doc, I’ll take it easy on the brushing. Am I all done?

Not quite.

You see because you grind your teeth at night and because the recession is so severe…you see here and here and on the other side there…the nerve is almost exposed…you see that? You feel that? That increases your sensitivity.

Yeah I guess I see.

Well we need to cover that up. There are two options.

He went on to tell me about the seriousness of it all, and suggested surgery. It was the only way to fix it. And I agreed. Totally … until he got into specifics.

You see this procedure would entail cutting the roof of my mouth and placing that extra gum piece on the side where my gums were down to the nerve. They would then stitch me up and wait a couple of weeks after I healed before cutting the other side of the roof of my mouth, grab some more Guat cells and replace the other side.

Now I don’t know if you’ve ever burned the roof of your mouth with a hot cheese pizza, but that tends to hurt for hours, I can’t imagine how having stitches on the roof would feel.

Dreamy I bet.

Option II

I could just get some tissue stuff they had there. Benefits are that healing time is reduced and no stitches on the roof.

Bonus! Right?

So what do you make this tissue stuff out of?

Wasn’t sure what kind of technology was going to be up in my mouth. But apparently it wasn’t Flubber or some other advanced form of tissue.

It was cadaver tissue.

You know the kind that dead people hang onto when they pass on.

Yeah. I’d have someone else’s gums in my mouth.

Dude.

Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude.

And it was right there and then that I lost it, right on that leathery Lazy Boy type of chair, with that chick from Iowa losing her Showcase Showdown. I lost it.

Disgust, fear, anxiety and hilarity all rolled up in one.

I laughed. I cracked up. I couldn’t stop.

The doctor didn’t know what to do, he looked confused and just smiled.

I’m gonna need a minute to mull that over I said in between laughs.

After about five minutes of gut busting laughter I left the office and told him I’d give him my answer next week.

It’s been about two weeks now.

I’m thinking dentures might not be that bad.

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8 Responses to “My Anti-Dentite Moment”

  1. cravesadventure October 13, 2015 at 12:27 PM #

    Oh No! I would have lost it too – one whole ball of wax of emotions. I went to the dentist thinking my crowded front teeth needed help – nope – need a cavity fixed and a root canal/crown – oh goodie. I am so naive going into the dentist and then come out from the horror lost, dazed and confused as well as seeing dollar signs. I have scheduled my root canal/crown as of yet either. Wishing both of us the best 🙂

    • The Guat October 19, 2015 at 6:00 PM #

      Totally wishing us the best of luck! It’s crazy visiting the dentist, you head in there having flossed, and brushed twice a day every day for months and come out with a new credit card because your insurance didn’t cover it. Sending you good vibes and hooping it goes well for you buddy…I’m still mulling it over.

  2. bgddyjim October 13, 2015 at 3:52 PM #

    LOL! Ga-frickin-Narly.

    • The Guat October 19, 2015 at 6:01 PM #

      Was that freakin’ crazy or what!? I’d never heard of such a thing.

  3. anotherday2paradise October 14, 2015 at 8:26 AM #

    Yikes!! That sounds really scary. Maybe you need a second opinion. The last dentist I went to see wlll never see me again. I only like the ones who tell me what I want to hear. 🙂

    • The Guat October 19, 2015 at 6:03 PM #

      Ha! That’s always a good route, just find the ones that tell you you’re all good, no cavities see you later. 🙂 I have yet to find one … Apparently as long as there is chocolate out there my risk for cavities goes up. Can’t give up my chocolate … I’d go insane.

  4. Jackie Cangro October 14, 2015 at 4:53 PM #

    Oh man! You remember that show Let’s Make a Deal? Where you had to choose Door #1 or Door #2? I think this is like choosing between a lifetime supply of tuna fish behind Door #1 and a chia pet behind Door # 2.

    • The Guat October 19, 2015 at 6:05 PM #

      Duuuuuuuuude totally! I’m getting shafted either way door #1 and #2 both suck. I’m thinking dentures may rock.

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