Throwback Thursday – #38 Visits to Doctors and/or Dentists

Questions to answer . . .
1) Were doctor/dentist appointments a regular part of your childhood?
2) Did you go for well-checks or just when you were ill or in pain?
3) Were you frightened by the medical professionals? If so, were there specific reasons?
4) Were your parents afraid of medical professionals?
5) Was waiting in the exam room stressful to you?
6) Did your early visits result in your being afraid of needles?
7) Does the sight of your own blood bother you?
8) Did you ever have the need to go to an emergency room?
9) Did your early experiences impact your current attitudes about medical care?

I read and re-read the questions. I’m choosing to share portions I can recall of
my nightmarish experiences in the dental chair.
My father (a functioning alcoholic) brought me for my first dental visit around
age 11.
I must have been experiencing pain for him to schedule that appointment.
The female dentist told my dad several of my teeth were in need of fillings.
I listened to the conversation. I wasn’t scared – no fear of the unknown.

Drill, drill, drill OUCH the dentist hit a nerve!!

Apparently ‘novacane’, a drug commonly used in dental procedures to
numb the area around the tooth to be worked on, was non-existent.

Lucky me!

There was no way to escape my fate. I had to endure several more times what I
consider to be God-awful pain.

I cringed, grabbed the arms of the dental chair and held on for dear life.

Once all the decay had been removed, a rinse and air blown into the space
previously occupied by decay followed. Last step in the process was placement
of the amalgam filling.

Relief until the ‘next’ appointment.

My feeling on this topic is: “I suffered because someone didn’t do their job
and watch over me”.