Archive for April 15th, 2009


Why I hate dentists

I have previously written here about my issues with dentistry. Some have said this is irrational. However, yesterday every ill-feeling I hold towards dentists was validated. After months of returning to my local gob-doctor for a filling an then a cleaning and then another filling as another lump fell out of the tooth that was filled on the first day, I was sent to Cork to have two wisdom teeth removed. Actually, I was supposed to get only one removed, but when I got there I was told the one against might as be taken out as well, as it could cause trouble later without the other one to restrict it. I agreed, assuming he knew what he was talking about. But as he yanked at my jaw with what I think was a pliers, it seemed to me quite odd that a dentist would want to remove a tooth that was perfectly healthy.

As for the bad tooth, it was quite literally at a 45 degree angle in my gob. I had known this for about nine years, as the prick who gave me my first filling (and kick-started my distain for his profession) told me. He did advise me then to get it removed. Actually he wanted me to get all four wisdom teeth removed, and made an appointment for me for the guy in Cork. I didn’t go. Call me myopic, but didn’t want some quack pulling out parts of my body that weren’t really causing me any problems.

Well, this time around I was practically blackmailed into it. Apparently the bendy tooth has caused a cavity in the one next to it, any my dentist said he wouldn’t be able to fix it properly until the bendy tooth was removed. And so I found myself in Cork yesterday with this gobshite pulling at my jaw – similar to how a carpenter might pull out a bent nail, my chest serving as a handy work-shelf, and the nurse leaning on my shoulder the one leans against a bar. In addition to this, the machines he stuck in my mouth made the freakiest noises I could imagine. My dad has an electric wood-planer that makes the exact same noise.

And for what? I’m now fast becoming addicted to pain killers. My jaw has swelled up to Vito Corleone proportions, but only on one side; I look like Popeye. There’s a tingling sensation on the tip of my tongue that I’m starting to fear is permanent. On top of this, I’m being tormented by a rusty taste of dried blood in my mouth. All this to remove one tooth that was fine and another that as of Monday caused me no discomfort whatsoever. On reflection I’m lucky I ignored them nine year back. He might have taken away half my lower mandible. I just wish I had the nerve to ignore them this time. Ok, it’s all for my own good. In the long term I’ll thank them. But knowing this offers very limited comfort right now. I know I’m being unfair, but truly I hate dentists.