It's been emotional, Edinburgh Dental Institute
I had my final appointment at the Torture Chamber today, and I was delighted to be told that my root canal surgery was a raging success (which I like to think is down to my body's superior healing power), and that I never have to darken their doorstep again.
I am very excited about this as it's been a long time coming. Don't get me wrong, they're very nice people at the EDI - they have looked after me well* and fixed my problem. But it has taken approximately two years, 10-12 appointments, lots of time off work (granted, that's not such a bad thing but I have to at least SOUND like a mature woman for whom appointments in the middle of the day are an annoyance, not an excuse to take myself out for coffee), and what feels like HUNDREDS of x-rays. But my idea of fun doesn't involve being asked questions by the dentist about my medical history, while I have a hefty dose of local anaesthetic and 2-3 pieces of equipment in my mouth. But I suppose they have to get their laughs somehow.
So I can now arrange to get my front teeth crowned in time for the wedding, and have wedding photos in which I am actually SMILING!
*I.e. they gave me drugs to knock me out while they did horrific things to my gums.
I am very excited about this as it's been a long time coming. Don't get me wrong, they're very nice people at the EDI - they have looked after me well* and fixed my problem. But it has taken approximately two years, 10-12 appointments, lots of time off work (granted, that's not such a bad thing but I have to at least SOUND like a mature woman for whom appointments in the middle of the day are an annoyance, not an excuse to take myself out for coffee), and what feels like HUNDREDS of x-rays. But my idea of fun doesn't involve being asked questions by the dentist about my medical history, while I have a hefty dose of local anaesthetic and 2-3 pieces of equipment in my mouth. But I suppose they have to get their laughs somehow.
So I can now arrange to get my front teeth crowned in time for the wedding, and have wedding photos in which I am actually SMILING!
*I.e. they gave me drugs to knock me out while they did horrific things to my gums.
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