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A Crown for a Queen

Going to the dentist is probably one of the things I hate most. I’ve had a life-long affair with bad experiences at the dentist.

My childhood dentist was a monster. He went on to create a popular mouth rinse that you can find at your local grocery store (I won’t name names). I don’t care how many thousands of people respect him, he was eeevil. There were several little things, but the worst was the time he pulled my tooth and it wasn’t numb yet! I will never forget the feeling of the tooth being torn from the roots in my gum.

I’ve been involved with several bad hygienists who don’t know how to do a proper teeth cleaning. Several flossed my gums so hard that they bled. One woman was scraping around my teeth and slipped, cutting my gum open. Blood started seeping out of the wound and into my mouth. Instead of stopping, she proceeded until my mouth was filled with blood and my gums had swollen. My mouth was sore for almost 5 days.

Luckily, it looks like I’ve finally come across a good dentist. I had a silver filling removed that I got over 13 years ago. It was breaking down and needed to be replaced with the much better new white stuff they use. I have no idea what it’s called. In addition, the tooth needed to be given a crown.

Yes, a crown sounds sooo glamorous, but it’s not. I had a panic attack in the dentist chair because I had developed such a phobia. My heart was pounding so hard that I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t swallow, and I pulled a bunch of stuff out of my mouth and said “I can’t do this!”

I hate to be such a drama queen, but I suddenly got very scared. Anyway, it all worked out, the dentist was great and it was actually the best experience I’ve had. They also have TV’s over every chair so I watched “Pirates of the Caribbean” while they did their work.

Wed, Jan 17, 2007 @ 7:38 am | Filed in Life | Permalink

5 Comments

I bet you found a gay dentist. Hurray! I might be willing to drive to music city for a painless gay dentist.
Actually, I’m serious. I seem to attract people who think I need to be hurt for my own good. The words I dread the most are “This might hurt just a little bit”.

Posted by DEL on Wed, Jan 17, 2007 @ 9:56 am

Ha! Well, you’re welcome to come to Music City, but this dentist isn’t “family”.

First, he has a wife… okay, so lots of gay guys have a wife at some point. But next… well… his nails. No gay man would let his nails get that out of hand.

He’s a breeder

Posted by Nathan on Wed, Jan 17, 2007 @ 10:02 am

Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to have a cute dentist work on you….naked. And then fix your teeth too.
Seriously, I’m all too familiar with the panic thing……except that mine is claustrophobia…and has just developed in the last five years. Ick.

Posted by Lewis on Wed, Jan 17, 2007 @ 5:26 pm

I was so lucky as a kid. We had a great dentist. He always use to tell me that if all his patients had teeth like mine he’d be out of business. He always complimented me on how well and wide I could open my mouth and keep it open. I know that sounds dirty and like a precursor to my future gay life, but it was innocent! I’ve had a harder time finding someone I like here in Florida. I have a friend so afraid of dentists down here that she has to be sedated for even a cleaning.

Posted by martini-dan on Wed, Jan 17, 2007 @ 7:22 pm

I know better… you actually love the dentist… it’s just that you don’t like to be told to spit.

Posted by purpletwinkie on Thu, Jan 18, 2007 @ 11:28 pm