The Dentist… Damn it!

I have always hated going to the Dentist and find it quite stressful. I hate pain, but I am also not fond of the injection, but of the two would prefer to be numb.

Today I went to the Dentist for a check-up and clean. Another thing I hate about being in the dental chair is being tipped back while someone aims constant jets of water into my mouth. Now, as someone who has problems with a ‘dodgy swallow’ where anything that goes in my mouth easily goes down the wrong way, I find this especially disconcerting. Food is bad enough, but easier to control. Any kind of fluids – even saliva – pretty easily go down the wrong way and I end up with (a) a coughing fit and (b) having to clear my throat for what seems like hours afterwards. Imagine then, lying down with water being jetted from above and you’ll probably get the picture of why I get so uptight!

Another thing I noticed, which is new for me, is that my left leg started to shake. Especially disconcerting as I don’t have a tremor in my left leg! Or either leg for that matter. It was really shaking quite badly, and I tried to hold it still with my left hand, but that was doing a little dance of it’s own…

I am not ready to have tremors in my leg at this stage, so it was certainly not a great experience! One more reason to hate the Dentist!

Then – if that wasn’t enough – my heart started to race. I must really have been having a stressy moment! I was wondering whether I was going to make it through in one piece!

So, anyway, the Dentist finished punishing me and then greeted me with the lovely news that I had an infection in my gum at the back on one side. No problem. Prescription written for antibiotics. The kicker is ….. ABSOLUTELY NO ALCOHOL TO BE CONSUMED WHILE ON THEM.

Well, welcome to my weekend!!!!

Maybe my Doctor and Dentist are in cahoots with each other to ensure I don’t indulge in any alcoholic beverage?

Oh, well, there’s worse things that could happen I guess!!

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Published by kiwipommysue

I work in health and have been with the same supportive team for over 7 years. They are all aware of my diagnosis and this helps tremendously especially while I get used to the idea of my diagnosis. My parents both had Parkinsons, so I guess my odds were higher than most.

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