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lizziecWell...yesterday I made a trek to Mayday University Hospital so I can have my teeth checked. I went in feeling like a nervous wreck because..well, I don't trust this dentist like I do my own. The whole place felt like a threat and I was scared silly. Managed to swallow fear tho.
Was sat there and had my teeth and mouth prodded around and taklked about over my head for 40 mins and came out feeling completely inadeuate. Was presented with 2 treatment options...both involve fixed braces. It makes sense to do it...I can see the merit but I'm scared. Have a month and a bit to decide, then have to go back so they can be told >.< Neither is a short legnth of time...shortest is about 18 months, longest about 2.5 years. Ugh. Have been warned off acidic things and sugary things cos teeth are showing signs of wear apparently.
I came out shaking and in a bad temper (with myself more than anything else)...missed train I wanted from EC, so missed connection at LB and ended up getting a train to ashford where I had to change for Canterbury West. The first two trains were packed. I hate rush hour travelling. Arrived back at CW in a very bad mood.
Things started to pick up some after that. foo^rah brought ben to pick me up and we went and had pizza at theirs (home made) and watched blackadder and looked at wedding pics and talked and played with metal puzzley-things.
Mood lifted a lot after that. Had earlyish night. Ben stayed till I was asleep :D
So yea, all dentists can die...or something...
Was sat there and had my teeth and mouth prodded around and taklked about over my head for 40 mins and came out feeling completely inadeuate. Was presented with 2 treatment options...both involve fixed braces. It makes sense to do it...I can see the merit but I'm scared. Have a month and a bit to decide, then have to go back so they can be told >.< Neither is a short legnth of time...shortest is about 18 months, longest about 2.5 years. Ugh. Have been warned off acidic things and sugary things cos teeth are showing signs of wear apparently.
I came out shaking and in a bad temper (with myself more than anything else)...missed train I wanted from EC, so missed connection at LB and ended up getting a train to ashford where I had to change for Canterbury West. The first two trains were packed. I hate rush hour travelling. Arrived back at CW in a very bad mood.
Things started to pick up some after that. foo^rah brought ben to pick me up and we went and had pizza at theirs (home made) and watched blackadder and looked at wedding pics and talked and played with metal puzzley-things.
Mood lifted a lot after that. Had earlyish night. Ben stayed till I was asleep :D
So yea, all dentists can die...or something...
