OT: All's well that ... um, ends (sorry about the bad pun) well

Thanks Sunny, off to the slaughter within the hour.... the condemned prisoner just ate a hearty lunch . In Oz, we don't do the laughing gas thing as far as I know. Just localised anaesthetic in the jaw. Hope she puts a ton in. Glad your procedure went well and the experience doesn't have to be repeated for a good many years. We're all such wusses aren't we? Give us a difficult quilting job and we tackle it with gusto. Hugs Bronnie

"Bronnie" wrote in part In Oz, we don't do the laughing gas thing as far as I know.

Actually sometimes it is used. Last tooth that DH had removed it was used as well as 3 people to hold him down !

Forward 20+ years and a new dentist any tooth that he has removed will be done in a hospital 3 hours away where bone is cut out of his jaw to remove said tooth thanks to his bulbous roots !

As a child/ young adult he had his jaw cracked by the dentist trying to remove his tooth

Dee in Oz

Oh, Dee, that must have been terrible to get a cracked jaw. About 18 yrs ago I had a wisdom tooth removed, they wanted to do all four. I inisisted just a local while they removed only the one I authorized. They said they wouldn't be responsible if they broke my jaw removing the tooth. Excuussse me? That is why I stayed awake. They were reallyyy careful ;)

Sunny, good to hear everything was successful, and clear.

Bronnie, hope all goes well.

G> "Bronnie" wrote in part

Oooooh, sounds like a dentist I had when I was ten - he slapped me across the face and said very loudly 'STAY STILL OR IT WILL HURT MORE'. Consequently I didn't like going to the dentist ever again until my mid 50's when I went to an Irish dentist in Hastings, Vic. He was good looking, funny, had 4 daughters who he talked about incessantly and asked you all sorts of questions about Australia as he had just moved over here.

I'm a brave girl now!

Di

Very happy for you Sunny. Glad everything went well.

Glad to hear that! I just learned that my mom has to undergo the same on Friday; I only fear that the results in her case won't be that good. She has a cancer history, and she's 76, not the best points to start from. And we still haven't heard from the third biopsy of dad. It's so sad to see your parents get old and sick. I wish I could help them, but my dad isn't the kind to accept much help and anyway, I'm living too far away to pop over and give an occasional hand to both of them. I wish my brothers would do a little more. Sigh!

Anyway, enjoy the good results; and keep the stuff moving with lots of fibres in your diet. ;-)

U.

There must be something about Australian dentists!

When I was six, my gormless Mum was too scared to pull my dangling baby teeth from the front of my mouth. Instead, she carted me off to the dentist, who got four (4!!!) nurses to hold me down while he inserted a needle the size of an irrigation pipe into my baby gob.

I bit him.

Oh, and I suppose I might have screamed a little bit as well. Mum was really disconcerted that I went into a sort of shock after the procedure, but she was much more disconcerted at the dreadful dental phobia I developed after that. It lasted, like yours, Di, until I was in my mid-fifties.

Well, it all came to a head (!) last year, when I finally bit the bullet (!) and had my sadly decrapit teeth removed completely, irrevocably and forever. The emotional cost to me was AWFUL (I think I had nervous dire rear for most of six months while the teeth came out in stages), but it's the best decision I've ever made.

I WILL NEVER HAVE TOOTHACHE AGAIN!!!

I am in love with my sexy new dentures and, even though I have difficulty biting off a thread with them, I actually smile gratefully at them each morning in the mirror.

What a story! I actually dont mind the dentist these days when I think what it was like in the 1950's and 60's. I have quite good teeth healthwise. But I was nervous about this work today. I am resting up now and looking forward to knocking myself out with some neurofen shortly and having a good night's sleep. Eaten some little bread squares (with vegemite!) and luke warm coffee thru a straw. DH fussing over me, kind person that he is.

Bronnie

Bread and vegemite will cure anything - I loooooove vegemite. Hope you mouth heals quickly.

Di Mal> > Oooooh, sounds like a dentist I had when I was ten - he slapped me > > across

What a story! I actually dont mind the dentist these days when I think what it was like in the 1950's and 60's. I have quite good teeth healthwise. But I was nervous about this work today. I am resting up now and looking forward to knocking myself out with some neurofen shortly and having a good night's sleep. Eaten some little bread squares (with vegemite!) and luke warm coffee thru a straw. DH fussing over me, kind person that he is.

Bronnie

Hot buttered toast with Vegemite and melted cheese! YUM!

LOL! Vegemite Tragix of the world, unite!

What about hot toasted crumpets with Vegemite? Or muffins? Or damper?

My DS loves his Vege, but weirdly, my DD doesn't. It's not natural!

Have you tried the new Cheesymite? I won't on principle: the Vege and cheese have to be carefully mixed in fixed proportions *on the toast* by the muncher, don't you agree?

Bread and vegemite will cure anything - I loooooove vegemite.

Marmite not vegemite. Much better.

And piggybacking - glad it went OK Bronnie. Sleep tight.

I don't mind dentists, never did. I had the opposite when I was a toddler. My dentist then gave me rides in his special chair that went up and down, and put two pieces of cottonwool on the drill and made me see if one would catch the other whilst he looked into my mouth. (Hypnosis, by any other name). This is good because I have teeth like chalk due to My poor Mum having to take vast quantities of antibiotics whilst I was in utero.

But now things are getting interesting. The metal fatigue is such that I am needing more root canal and veneers and caps over the years. I have developed a reaction to the local anaethetic. I never could take the one with adrenaline. But this last twice I ended up in A&E (ER) semi-conscious, paralysed and with left-hand-side weakness. Blue lights and sirens all the way. No lasting damage; just a few hours of sleeping it off, but scary all round.

Now, I have to go to the hospital if anything else needs to be done. They can replace crowns and do regular stuff, but no more anaesthetics. Bleah! And my dentist is a dish too. Lousy taste in music (don't you just hate enforced music in public places), but gentle hands and he tells me what he's doing and treats me like an adult. Even when I'm semi-comatose and upside down on the chair!

Nel (Gadget Queen)

Had a root canal done last week. Easiest one ever. DDS used a laser. Sore gums in the area but it's fine now.

Butterfly (look, Ma, only one cavity)