I showed up 15 minutes early for my first appointment so I could fill out all the paperwork. They were closed. My appointment was at 2 p.m. I had to stand out on the street for 15 minutes as hygienists came in and out. Once I was let in, right at 2 p.m., I did fill out paperwork, so I wasn't taken back until 2:20 at the earliest. Oh well. I've waited much longer before.
Then I had to get x-rays. The hygienist said it would be very uncomfortable. I was thinking, that's strange. X-rays are usually pretty simple. The hygienist tried 8-9 times to shove the x-ray equipment into my mouth. It would not fit. She sighed loudly at me (throughout the appointment). I tell her I don't think this is going to work. She goes and tells the rest of the staff that she "doesn't want to deal with [me.] Someone else has to deal with her." I'm already close to tears because I didn't mean to be difficult. The next hygienist comes in and the x-rays go smoothly. No problem at all.
Then the dentist comes in. He handles my mouth and face roughly. He yanks my head around and puts his fingers up my nose at points to keep me in place. He puts tools and pieces of gauze on my chest when he isn't using them and reaches for them when he needs them, touching my chest in the process. I feel like throwing up.
I'm told I have two cavities. I said go ahead and fill them. The dentist says he won't use Novocain or any sort of numbing agent because I should be able to handle it. I say ok because at this point, I want to get out of there as fast as possible. As soon as he begins, he cuts into my tongue with the drill. It's bleeding. He tells me it was my fault because I should have kept my tongue out of the way. He continues to drill. It begins to hurt. I make noises trying to tell him to stop because his hands are in my mouth and I don't want to get cut with the drill again. He doesn't stop. Instead, he tells me, "Good girl."
I couldn't wait to get out of there. I will not be going back. read more
