I recently went to the dentist as my teeth were well in need of a scale & polish. The front ones were more than a little stained and not your usual pale brownish colour either - they were green! Must be to do with all the green tea I drink. It was so bad I hadn't smiled, let alone laughed without putting my hand in front of my mouth for weeks. As I sat in the waiting room I could hear that horrible high-pitched hum that implies some kind of torturous instrument and was in equal measures grateful and ungrateful for the development of modern science.
However, living in Hong Kong, it was a little far to go back to Canterbury to go to the dentist, so this time last year I took the plunge and found myself a new dentist. I don't really know why I feel so apprehensive about dentists as generally I've only ever had good ones, and my current one is no exception. She is my first female dentist though and she's extremely beautiful with the most amazingly white and straight teeth. I guess she has to be. It's a real shame she has to hide them all day behind a mask. I do wonder if you could be a dentist with bad teeth; it would be fairly poor advertising, wouldn't it?
The first time I saw my dentist in Hong Kong, instead of using the usual chisel and hammer to clean my teeth, she tried to use some machine. I practically flew out of the chair the second it touched my teeth and pushed her and her machine as far away from my mouth as possible. She suggested we did it the old-fashioned way.
sensodyne is best, for those of you who need to know), flossing and using mouthwash, I was in the reclining chair again. I don't actively fear going to the dentist, but at that moment in time there were quite a few places I'd rather have been (including in front of a class of twenty sulky teenagers or twenty hyper-active 5-year olds). She started with the polish, a foul-tasting paste that made me gag. "Let's start with the hand tools," she said, "as I remember your teeth are very sensitive." Then she said she was going to move on to the supersonic machine. I agreed with as much confidence as I could muster and then proceeded to clench my hands so tightly the knuckles almost burst through the skin. It was a toss up as to which was worst: the machine the dentist was scraping away at my teeth with, the blasts of cold water & air the dental assistant was subjecting me to, or the noise of it all. The one and only time I've had a filling done, my Canterbury dentist told me to close my eyes and picture myself somewhere serene, like a beach. At one stage I tried to do that, but closing my eyes only heightened my other senses, so I quickly abandoned that! The front teeth were doable, but I drew the line at the back teeth. These would have to be done the old-fashioned way.
I didn't last 24 hours.