...9 out of 10 Feef's recommend the Dentist....
So who on here is afraid of the Big Bad.......
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Then your tongue get a mind of it own. Wont stop poking at it
And here we have the image finding King! Although I may not print this one for the office but I would like to. Tell me you don't like coming here will ya??...nope, nothing wrong here....
...sure, just keep telling yourself that...
Kinda weird. I've played injured. I give blood. I don't mind people sticking needles into me. I've watched docs slice me open to drain an infection. I've had my share of motorcycle mishaps and the accompanying road rash. During the heart attack, one of the attendees described me to the cardiologist as "pretty stoic." For that matter, I've quietly endured some pretty nasty toothaches.
But the thought of going to the dentist makes my skin crawl. I'd just as soon get knocked out on my way in and wake up on my way out with the pain aftermath. I can trace this to: 1) Resenting the need for dental work in general. And 2) an experience in a dental chair that left me bathed in a cold sweat, writhing in pain, and ready to throw that doc outta the window, if I could've only gotten up. Those memories stick with you.
But the thought of going to the dentist makes my skin crawl. I'd just as soon get knocked out on my way in and wake up on my way out with the pain aftermath. I can trace this to: 1) Resenting the need for dental work in general. And 2) an experience in a dental chair that left me bathed in a cold sweat, writhing in pain, and ready to throw that doc outta the window, if I could've only gotten up. Those memories stick with you.
The Nameless
M-O-O-N - That spells Nameless
Nope. I actually feel quite relaxed at the dentist. Mine has a small cubicle painted white with a fan on the ceiling, I get a feeling that it's not accidental - cozy and mildly hypnotic. I don't get buzzed off the novacane or anything, it just doesn't bother me. Except one thing: stick big needles in my gum, fine, drill holes in my teeth with deep vibrating drills, no problem, but I hate it when he decides to take a sharp hook around my teeth where there are gaps that build up a little bit, and cuts my gums to ribbons in the process.
Last filling I had done fell out with a bite of a sandwich 3 days later. I figured screw it, if it starts to hurt, then I'll go. About a month or 2 later, still no problems.
Last filling I had done fell out with a bite of a sandwich 3 days later. I figured screw it, if it starts to hurt, then I'll go. About a month or 2 later, still no problems.
not afraid of the dentist. But always feel like big mouth when I get home.
I have had so much dental world done since the age of 7 when I was hit by a car that I could be a dentist at this point. I have been with my current dentist for the whole length of time that he has had his practice which is about 25 years. It's like seeing an old friend when I have an appointment twice a year for checkups. Speaking of which, I have one this Saturday and yes, I'm looking forward to it! 
I'm afraid of the dentist but I'm more afraid of teeth. I'm a peace-lover who understands war.
I hate when the dentist doesn't tell me when I can close.
I do not mind the dentist. I have had the same one for years and he always seems to be up to date on all procedures.
It sounds to me like you could use nitrous oxide when the time comes.
Mine always wants to have a conversation with me after they've numbed me up.
It wouldn't have helped. I've had nitrous. I've never had a general in my life, but at this point, I'm ready for it.
The history: Imagine a red-hot wire that is running from an upper molar right through your brain to the top of your head.
Imagine that wire is also electrically charged.
Now imagine that every few minutes the dentist takes that wire, and goes bwwiiinnngggg like he's plucking in a piano. Imagine how that feels.
Then imagine the dentist says, "I don't understand. That nerve should be numb." Then imagine he sticks a needle into your gum. The wire remains the same.
After a few minutes, imagine the whole procedure is repeated. bwwiiinnngggg. And again. bwwiiinnngggg. And again. bwwiiinnngggg. And again. bwwiiinnngggg.
Now we're at the "bathed in cold sweat" phase. I never felt huge motivation to have that delightful experience repeated.
