I have never lived in a place where there seem to be so many cowboy dentists. We’ve only been here 3 years and we’re now on our 4th. The first one didn’t fix my filling – just told me to take antibiotics in case of infection.
How ridiculous and stupid. :crazy:
So I went to somebody else, recommended by someone. He was much better, although his premises are tatty, as if there hadn’t been a lick of paint for some time. But I started ‘needing’ crowns, which are expensive even for an NHS patient. I accepted it, however: lying on the dentist’s chair with your mouth propped open is not a good situation for opening a discussion.
Then this dentist simply stopped coming to work. I would turn up and a harassed receptionist would say ‘he’s only just phoned in and said he’s not coming in today. He’s ill.’
He seemed to be ill an awful lot, because it kept on happening. And it happened when I went in for another filling, this time on the other side of my mouth.
So I abandoned it, and went to somebody more local, and was uneasy as I walked past all the rubbish piled in the front yard. The receptionist seemed to be learning to be an assistant, because the dentist was telling her all the time what to do, and she didn’t seem to have a clue. And the filling he put in was fixed with a light … so I went home and googled it, I discovered it was the sort of thing used for baby teeth. And of course it came out anyway.
So we phoned somebody else whose judgement we trust, and she recommended a woman dentist.
Which is how I came to be sitting in a nice, clean, organised waiting area yesterday, wondering why the receptionist, who was also the dental assistant, was running around and having sotto voce conversations with the dentist.
I found out when she told me, sheepishly, that they had no injections left in stock without adrenalin. I had told them the previous week that in the past, injections with adrenalin had made me faint.
She apologised profusely and offered to reschedule, but I knew by then I had to have 2 fillings, the second a deep one for a cavity in the back top molar which had developed under a present filling. :**:
So I decided to take the risk and have the injection, and I didn’t faint, and the dentist struggled to dig out the old filling and put in the new, and my mouth was open so wide for so long :yawn: that my jaw ached. Wished I was like a snake, with a double-jointed jaw. Then my head would spring open, and be as easy as pie!
When the injection finally wore off, my poor old gum ached and hurt and generally felt very sorry for itself. I rinsed it round with paracetamol solution, and ate mushy food, and managed to take my meeting last night.