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I had a funny story to tell about going to the dentist. Basically I thought my wisdom teeth were bursting through my gums as infection-riddled cruise missiles of death. There was a lot of pain and discomfort and fear that resulted in lots of webMD searches and my mom talking me down off the ledge. Long story short, it turned out to be a canker sore... which I discovered when investigating my mouth with a flashlight. This is what I put my mom through on the subject:
ME: Mom, what if my jaw has tumors and cysts from my wisdom teeth still being there and they have to remove part of my jaw and I become a monster and my boyfriend dumps meMOM: holy shit...that doesn't even deserve a response it's so dumbME: webmd says it happens all the timeMOM: no it doesn't...if you're not comfortable and it's wisdom teeth it just means they're moving a little...it doesn't take much...ask to see the xrays of them so you can see for yourselfand log off the blasted webmd siteME: I have a tumor. I just know it.MOM: quit worrying...of course you don't.the amount of worrying you do about everything puts me to shameME: You didn't grow up with WebMDoki will wait and seeI will still worry, but I will be quiet about it.MOM: well try to relax...it will be fine i'm sure...and ask for a view and explanation of x-rays...it will make you feel better if you understand what's going on...in the meantime take a motrin...it will take the edge off
I wouldn't exactly call it an "I told you so" moment for her, since she turned out to be right and my canker sore was not a tumor, but it basically was. Kudos to her for being reasonable and dealing with me.
Even though the crisis wasn't actually anything at all, I kept my appointment because I was due for a teeth cleaning. The technician was really funny and kept telling me stories about her neighbors diagonal from her (she doesn't like them.), and their Chihuahua (she doesn't like it), named Erica. She said her diagonal neighbors have endless numbers of children and a dog that poops in her yard and supposedly stares at her while in the act. I'm inclined to believe her--Chihuahuas do that sort of vindictive thing. She said her neighbors directly across the street were worse because they had lots of teenagers who were driving like crazy people up and down the street. Then she said it was all OK now because her neighbors' house burned down. I was grateful to have tools in my mouth at that moment because I had no idea what to say. I couldn't be like, "yay! their house burned down!" Even though I think that's exactly what she was thinking and wanted to hear. So I just sat in the chair and listened.
I also took the opportunity to discuss those pesky wisdom teeth while I was there. Yes, I'm 26 and still have my wisdom teeth. They've never come through and I've never had any issues with them. My long-time dentist suggested that this be the year I have them removed in order to avoid potential problems down the road should they ever decide to make an appearance. Not to imply that I know more about mouths and teeth than he does, but I have a bit of an aversion to prophylactic (big word!) medical care. I say treat the problem if/when the problem shows its ugly problem face... so we'll see. I haven't decided on this one yet. Maybe I'll drag my heels a bit this year and blame my insurance. I'm sure that technique has never been used before.....
Also I think everyone is in agreement that dentists are evil people who cannot be trusted. This video is proof:
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