Sat in the dentist waiting room I had no idea the events that were about to unfold and the involuntary response my body would have.
Iâve never had a great relationship with my dentist â Iâve accidentally unregistered myself twice by avoiding the dentist entirely. The first time I went to the dentist as an adult for a check-up I was absolutely mortified that I needed my first filling. The shame was palpable as the dentist looked into my mouth and made no secret of the state of my tooth. From then on, I avoided the dentist at all costs, not wanting to re-live the judgment again. Ironically, by avoiding the dentist entirely I signed myself up for more dental problems! But none as bad as this last visit.
I chipped my tooth the other day. That was just the beginning.
I reluctantly went to the dentistâs surgery on my way to work to book an appointment â theyâd unregistered me again.
âSorry, your account has lapsed, Itâs been three years!â The familiar pang of judgment hit as I muttered âYea, lockdown sorry.â A clickety-clack of keys and the secretary announced she couldnât give me an appointment but would ring later to see if one became available.
Shortly after nine, miraculously, a private clinic appointment opened â with a private appointment price that I had to pay over the phone before my appointment was confirmed. I was less than five minutes in the chair. The dentist declared it a âsmall chip,â that was âeasily fixed,â for the princely sum of ⌠yet another non-NHS available, private appointment.
Please donât read me wrong, Iâve nothing against private appointments but…
Here I am in the same chair Iâve sat in as a kid and not paid, and the chair Iâve sat in as an adult and paid NHS prices, but suddenly the same service was private? How does that work? I was also given the choice of a silver fix or a white one, something they donât offer on the NHS anyway â apparently the don’t get given a choice.
So, off I trotted with a temporary filling and an appointment for the following day. And here we meet again â sitting in the waiting room on a black folding chair, waiting for my appointment.
Red flags should have been flying high when the dentist asked me IF I wanted an anaesthetic, yes â IF.
I absolutely do want an anaesthetic por favor! You think Iâm silly enough to NOT have one!? She brings out a comedy-sized needle, injects me and sends me off to the waiting room to numb up. With my track record â Iâve had a tooth out before â Iâm kind of familiar with what the numbing feels like and this time, while I was going numb, it didnât feel as numb as it had previously.
I told the dentist this. She proceeded to drill anyway. I yelped as I very much FELT her drilling into my face! Deciding that I hadnât waited long enough, she sent me back into the waiting room, thatâs when the shakes started. I took some deep breaths putting it down to shock. Then I got called in for the second time.
The dentist poked at my gums to see if the injection had worked, âCan you feel that?â she asked. âYes I can,â I clearly responded, but she picked up the drill anyway!
Iâve never been afraid of the dentist â but sat in the waiting room for a THIRD time with a SECOND injection in my mouth because she hadnât believed me Iâm starting to cry. I do not cry in public.
She then called me back in â and tried again.
Side note: When youâre panicking and tense, not being listened to as you tell the nurse that in fact your face isnât numb, saying âI barely touched your tooth,â isnât much comfort when youâre clearly in pain!
Among the few other comforting phrases were things like:
- âYouâre not going to want to visit me ever again are you!â
- âAre you normally this sensitive?â
- âWe can take a break if you want, just let me know,â I would if you werenât in my mouth and I could speak.
- âYouâre going to feel very numb this evening!â
- âDonât worry, weâre here until 5 so weâve got another hour to get it done.â
When I was sent back to the waiting room with a third injection in my mouth, I was visibly shaking and couldnât care less who saw me crying.
On my fourth visit to that little room â I wasnât particularly listened to and didnât feel at all believed â As I yelped in pain again, she stopped, I was crying, and angry and just said, âJust get this over with.â
Trying to control my breathing, shaking and gasping she eventually switched drills, apparently that was a better option?! And finished the drilling as fast as she could. Iâve never shaken so involuntarily before and It was obvious it was happening â but ignored.
When she finished up her condescending: âOh well done, you made it, itâs over,â was of no comfort whatsoever!
I could not get out of that chair fast enough, she asked if I always got this nervous at dentist appointments. I said no! She said a light âOh well, Iâm sorry it happened like this today.â Iâm in blind tears at this point â not wanting to hear the aftercare â just needing to retreat to my car and burst into tears.
And now Iâm home with a fat lip and the sneaking suspicion Iâm going to be in pain when the anaesthetic wears off. But one thing for sure, take my name off the list, unregister me and delete my number, Iâm not going to that dentist again!
And for this marvellous experience, I paid the princely sum of ÂŁ225!
Whatâs the point in writing all this? Is it just so I can have a gigantic moan? Partly. But it also brought to mind that thereâs so much to read from people that isnât words, and weâre seemingly losing the ability to listen.
In between each session in the chair I did not want to go back in at all, but I was stuck â the drilling had already started and my tooth wasnât fixed so I could hardly leave. My body was shaking, I was visibly crying, and nobody said a word.
Iâm thankful that Iâd messaged my friend Anita as soon as I sat down to tell her where I was, and as the drama unfolded she lived it with me over messenger and sent me bible verses. âPsalm 91! You know that one, start reciting it in your head,â among others.
It reminded me that pain and vulnerability are best travelled through together, and sometimes, the cause of the pain â needs to be cut off. I so wanted this to be a positive post about pushing through the pain and going back in again but I think sometimes, not always, we can decided not to go back to the ones that cause us pain â in this case thatâs obvious! But in many cases in life, it isnât.
How many times do we strive for the acceptance of people that cause us pain because we think itâs the right thing to do? Then in our going back and becoming continually hurt something is planted in us that damages us â sometimes irrevocably.
Iâve been reminded a lot about boundary setting recently, and the ability that we have to say no. Itâs actually quite empowering, and also involves wisdom in knowing what to say yes to and what to say no to.
I guess my dentist appointment isnât a very good example of boundary setting â the fix was an unnecessary amount of pain for a necessary fix. But may times we keep ourselves in situations and relationships that cause us unnecessary pain, for unnecessary reasons!
What or who are we holding onto that is causing us unnecessary pain thatâs becoming and unnecessary fixture in our lives?
Pray about the situation and for the person involved and donât be afraid to distance yourself if you need to.
What boundaries do you need to set?
Ask God to priorities the things he wants you to do.
Talk to a trusted friend who may be able to point out some boundaries you need to set.
Write a list of your day to day commitments to help you process.
Where have you voiced your feelings and not been heard?
Pray about whether you need to set a new boundary
Is there something you can do to communicate more clearly in future?
Can you talk address the situation where you haven’t been heard some other way – eg. send a message, invite someone for coffee, discuss it with a friend?
Pop some thoughts in the comments if you like and let’s share some wisdom (of the non-tooth variety!) together.