Root of the problem
Here's the top ten signs that your root canal procedure may be in trouble:
10) Your random new dentist's offices are deserted.
9) During your procedure, they keep rifling through drawers looking for stuff
8) The dentist never tells you what's coming next or how long it will take.
7) The dentist mumbles to his assistant: Do we have any? No? That's ok.
6) The dental assistant likes to put things in your mouth and then look elsewhere, choking you with the suction tube.
5) The dentist takes hold of an instrument the assistant is holding and moves it, and her hand, to a different position.
4) The dental assistant drops the suction tube onto the floor.
3) The dentist mumbles to his assistant: We only have these? That'll do.
2) The dentist appears to have an amazingly short memory. He takes two measurements and then asks for them constantly. Dystal? 1-8. Lingual? 1-6. Dystal? He asks his assistant for each about a dozen times.
1) The dentist slips with the drill and both he and his assistant pause to stare.
Ah yes. Healthy tooth. Broken tooth. And my favorite dentist is in another town. What's a boy to do? Why go random dentist shopping, that's what!
More than 3 hours in the chair, but it got done.
Update: my 15 minutes in the chair on Friday turned into 50, as a simple crown installation turned into something else. A layperson doesn't know what's gone wrong but he knows when something has. Crown goes in. Floss. Test bite. (feels tight, but the bite is ok, I say) Crown comes out. Cement goes on. Crown goes back in. Flos- *snap* Ok. Flo- *snap* A dozen attempts later, he's threading it through the gumline gap and sawing upward. No good. Next: painful wedges. Nope. Finally, frustatingly, sitting up and being told that I can leave it as is (?!) or he'll cut this crown out and put a new one in in the new year. Argh.
[late edit: did I mention that during the RC, they put on a Mel Brooks movie? That was torture]
10) Your random new dentist's offices are deserted.
9) During your procedure, they keep rifling through drawers looking for stuff
8) The dentist never tells you what's coming next or how long it will take.
7) The dentist mumbles to his assistant: Do we have any? No? That's ok.
6) The dental assistant likes to put things in your mouth and then look elsewhere, choking you with the suction tube.
5) The dentist takes hold of an instrument the assistant is holding and moves it, and her hand, to a different position.
4) The dental assistant drops the suction tube onto the floor.
3) The dentist mumbles to his assistant: We only have these? That'll do.
2) The dentist appears to have an amazingly short memory. He takes two measurements and then asks for them constantly. Dystal? 1-8. Lingual? 1-6. Dystal? He asks his assistant for each about a dozen times.
1) The dentist slips with the drill and both he and his assistant pause to stare.
Ah yes. Healthy tooth. Broken tooth. And my favorite dentist is in another town. What's a boy to do? Why go random dentist shopping, that's what!
More than 3 hours in the chair, but it got done.
Update: my 15 minutes in the chair on Friday turned into 50, as a simple crown installation turned into something else. A layperson doesn't know what's gone wrong but he knows when something has. Crown goes in. Floss. Test bite. (feels tight, but the bite is ok, I say) Crown comes out. Cement goes on. Crown goes back in. Flos- *snap* Ok. Flo- *snap* A dozen attempts later, he's threading it through the gumline gap and sawing upward. No good. Next: painful wedges. Nope. Finally, frustatingly, sitting up and being told that I can leave it as is (?!) or he'll cut this crown out and put a new one in in the new year. Argh.
[late edit: did I mention that during the RC, they put on a Mel Brooks movie? That was torture]
posted by Freemount at 9:37 p.m.
1 Comments:
My friend went to a dentist who's name was Larry. In between my friend's appointments Larry had went on vacation and had come back as Laura...she canceled the procedure.
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