I’ve mentioned a few times that I have a mild phobia of the dentist.
I’m not even sure where it came from. I don’t think a specific event happened that traumatized me for life. I think I was just 6 years old and was like “Wait a second, this is incredibly invasive and I’m never coming back again” only to be dragged back every six months. Whatever it was, I loathe it, even if it’s just a cleaning. Don’t even get me started on having cavities drilled.
I went to the dentist yesterday for the first time in over a year (I am religious with every six months for fear of something happening). I had canceled my appointment in September because I was switching insurance plans. Instead of waiting a week to re-schedule, I waited until February because why not?
They called my name and I almost pretended I was about to vomit, slash was about to vomit, but I powered though. The hygienist cheerfully asked me to take a seat like she was here to give me a pedicure.
After joking about the weather, I then had to just let this woman I had just met poke and prod around in my mouth. Don’t mess anything up please. I need those for pizza. She was about halfway through scaling my teeth to take a break and mention that the inflammation occurring is due to lack of flossing. It’s interesting that you say that because I’m not the one that brought this torture device into to the room with us.
Evidently this is called an “ultrasonic scaler” and when I was Googling for a photo I saw a multitude of descriptions that described it as a “tickling” sensation. I was horrified at first and then I realized, it IS a tickling sensation. In HELL.
So, hygienist, do you think this “tool” is what was causing the immediate inflammation? Maybe? No, no. You’re probably right. It’s definitely the flossing you say I haven’t been doing, but I actually have been.
All’s well that ends well and I walked out of there cavity-free and reluctantly made an appointment for September because I like to torture myself, apparently.