If you’ve ever seen the classic Little Shop of Horrors, you’d have an undying fear of seeing your dentist. Some would say going to the dentist is a lovely and dainty experience. Getting your teeth cleaned and picking out your favorite flavor of cherry pie toothpaste is an exquisite feeling you get nowhere else other than at your local dentist’s office. My conversance with doctors in general has not been too positive. I mean, who really enjoys going to any type of appointment unless it’s for your hair or nails?
I had to find a new dentist because my previous dental office didn’t know what they were doing with my teeth. Who knows? Maybe it’s just me because my luck with finding medical professionals is slim to none. My mom had been going to this specific office for a while, and she had positive remarks about the dental hygienists, so I was looking forward to it. Not too often do you find a dentist who isn’t too creepy with their drill and scrapper. Anyway, when my mom made an appointment, I wasn’t too worried.
My Pap took me that morning, which I wasn’t mad over because I got to miss a class or two. They alerted me that I would have to bring papers for him to sign. When I walked into the office, the lady at the front desk handed me an iPad and said, “You can just sign them for him.” Which, is one of the many, many red flags I nudged away that day. So, I took the iPad out, signed the screen for him, and went back inside. When I told her I signed them she responded with, “Shhhh… just keep it between us.” I kind of chuckled and noticed that the entire office had absolutely no privacy. I could see a patient sitting back in the chair where I would’ve been. It was so unsettling, but I was stuck in that tiny waiting room, so I sat back down.
My appointment was supposed to start at 12pm, but they didn’t end up taking me back until 12:35. It was a little bit annoying, but I’m not a complainer. I waited while playing Mario Kart on my phone. It was an interesting experience.
Once my dental hygienist popped her head through the door, she brought me back to her little office. It was honestly quite cute, sharks filled every crack and corner, and I was super comfortable. I explained that I had a lot of dental pain in the back right corner of my mouth from my previous cavity filling. She promised that she believed me and would be very careful with it. Awww, bless her little soul because her boss was a lunatic and apparently didn’t feel the same way. However, she did loudly discuss my medical history and I felt as if the entire office heard it. The open floor planning situation did not fit the vibe.
After she had finished cleaning my teeth, she brought the big guy back. Dr. Scrivello entered the room. He introduced himself and sat down next to me. I explained to him my back teeth were sensitive and to be careful, because obviously I didn’t want it to hurt. He started poking and prodding at my teeth, which was really uncomfortable and it started to hurt. I muttered a little, “Wait!” because his hands were in my mouth and I couldn’t exactly talk. HE POKED HARDER IN MY SENSITIVE TEETH. Girl, just because you have a dentist’s license or whatever doesn’t mean you can power trip on my teeth. I gave him a little love tap, to ask him to stop, when I was greeted with a violent, “WHAT?!?!? WHAT HAPPENED??!?!??!”
“That just hurt a little bit and I got scared.”
“That wasn’t even the tooth.”
My dental hygienist backed me up because he was being a little cuckoo, and then he finished. Dr. Scrivello was talking on and on, but never told me if I had any cavities or if there was any way for him to fix the pain on the right side of my mouth, and then he just left. My dental hygienist proceeded to make me a new appointment and explained that there was a “dental emergency” in the back that Dr. Scrivello had to attend to.
My mom got a call the next day. Dr. Scrivello said I, “grabbed him” and that I need SEDATED when I go to the dentist. It honestly was such a bad experience that I never want to go back to a dentist’s office. I mean, who knows, maybe my third dentist’s office will be my third time’s a charm?
Latte Love,
Jill
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Nice story, When Iwas overseas in a jungle my 6 year molar was infected . So I took out my Kbar and popped it out myself. Packed the bloody socket with bamboo leaves. Fired up a doobie went on with creating carnage. So tough it up a buttercup. J