Warning ! This post has been written in a spirit of exasperation, anger and general fed-upness. There may well be words contained therein which could offend the meek and gentle. I don't feel meek or gentle at the moment so if you possess and exude such qualities, please desist from reading the post below as you may be offended by 'language'.
If you have been dropping by for some little while you may remember the ongoing saga with the old gnashers. Bloody Teeth !
Amongst the notsofragrant days of recent past there have been my rather pathetic and inept attempts to have three teeth removed
No, Silly, not removing them myself, though that might be one solution --but to get myself to a dentist who will remove them for me.
Now for anybody else, the removal of teeth may be daunting but not terribly complicated. For the person with M.E. it is not so straightforward. Nothing ever bloody is for the person with M.E.
After much soul-searching and trepidation I did get myself to the dentist in November to ask eversonicely if she could accommodate a poor quaking soul such as I (who doesn't like dentists at the best of times) and remove said offending gnashers -- but gently and nicely. After some discussion it was agreed that the probable best course was to put me in a dreamlike state known as Conscious Sedation and a date was set for February.
December came and went and likewise January.
Cusp was poorly and not well at all -- certainly not well enough to have gnashers ripped out --dreamlike state or not.
A new date was set for March.
By this time Cusp was a little better but having all sorts of complicated symptoms thanks to low blood sugar and having to eat every hour and nothing too sweet or carb-y. The useless doctor refused point blank to bandy words like 'hypoglycemia' or to offer any help so it was up to me to try and sort it on my ownsome.
And then .......it was at this point that the nice dentist let slip that actually you had to fast for two hours before having the nice dreamy drug prior to removal of teeth. She had not mentioned any of this in November.
Cusp was cross and felt led astray with a false promise.
This was a great blow for I had put a lot of faith in this modus operandi for extraction. The new morsel of information which she had forgotten to impart made me think that all was lost:
there was no way I could fast for two hours before she set about me plus fast for another hour or two whilst she extracted and I came round and got home
.....so I cancelled at the last minute and she was everso cross but courteous
(Do you think dentist have a special ability to speak nicely through very white and perfect gritted teeth ?)
I wrote a very apologetic letter and said maybe we could think of another way ---- even including me being everso, everso brave and 'just' having a local anaesthetic and her pulling the nasty buggers: thus no fasting just courage (Mon Brave )
Amongst the notsofragrant days of recent past there have been my rather pathetic and inept attempts to have three teeth removed
No, Silly, not removing them myself, though that might be one solution --but to get myself to a dentist who will remove them for me.
Now for anybody else, the removal of teeth may be daunting but not terribly complicated. For the person with M.E. it is not so straightforward. Nothing ever bloody is for the person with M.E.
After much soul-searching and trepidation I did get myself to the dentist in November to ask eversonicely if she could accommodate a poor quaking soul such as I (who doesn't like dentists at the best of times) and remove said offending gnashers -- but gently and nicely. After some discussion it was agreed that the probable best course was to put me in a dreamlike state known as Conscious Sedation and a date was set for February.
December came and went and likewise January.
Cusp was poorly and not well at all -- certainly not well enough to have gnashers ripped out --dreamlike state or not.
A new date was set for March.
By this time Cusp was a little better but having all sorts of complicated symptoms thanks to low blood sugar and having to eat every hour and nothing too sweet or carb-y. The useless doctor refused point blank to bandy words like 'hypoglycemia' or to offer any help so it was up to me to try and sort it on my ownsome.
And then .......it was at this point that the nice dentist let slip that actually you had to fast for two hours before having the nice dreamy drug prior to removal of teeth. She had not mentioned any of this in November.
Cusp was cross and felt led astray with a false promise.
This was a great blow for I had put a lot of faith in this modus operandi for extraction. The new morsel of information which she had forgotten to impart made me think that all was lost:
there was no way I could fast for two hours before she set about me plus fast for another hour or two whilst she extracted and I came round and got home
.....so I cancelled at the last minute and she was everso cross but courteous
(Do you think dentist have a special ability to speak nicely through very white and perfect gritted teeth ?)
I wrote a very apologetic letter and said maybe we could think of another way ---- even including me being everso, everso brave and 'just' having a local anaesthetic and her pulling the nasty buggers: thus no fasting just courage (Mon Brave )
I have waited a month now and yesterday morning I received a letter in reply saying she likes me everso much but really I'm just too bloody complicated and difficult to contend with health-wise so please can she shake me off her books and refer me to the hospital.
I think that may be a caring way (and she is caring) of saying 'Sod off, you're just too much trouble and you keep cancelling and wasting my time and money'. Fair enough really. I'm sure the likes of PWME are a nightmare for the dental and medical profession.
To her way of thinking hospital referral seems my best solution. For me it is all the more terrifying for you see, dear reader, hospital probably means general anaesthetic and PWME don't want to touch GAs with a bargepole as they have the potential for spelling BIG TROUBLE :long, long recovery, relapse and all sorts of nasties; especially if you are already trying to climb the slippery slope up from a relapse already ......like moi.
So....proper stuffed now
....and what do I do ?
....No idea.
I have written to the dentist again asking if she might refer me to the Community Dental Team who deal with all manner of complicated buggers like me on a daily basis.
Will they have any idea about what to do with me ?
Probably not but it's worth a try
What a mess
OH, I WISH I'D LOOKED AFTER MY TEETH
by
Pam Ayres
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth,
And spotted the perils beneath,
All the toffees I chewed,
And the sweet sticky food,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth.
I wish I'd been that much more willin'
When I had more tooth there than fillin'
To pass up gobstoppers,
From respect to me choppers
And to buy something else with me shillin'.
When I think of the lollies I licked,
And the liquorice allsorts I picked,
Sherbet dabs, big and little,
All that hard peanut brittle,
My conscience gets horribly pricked.
My Mother, she told me no end,
"If you got a tooth, you got a friend"
I was young then, and careless,
My toothbrush was hairless,
I never had much time to spend.
Oh I showed them the toothpaste all right,
I flashed it about late at night,
But up-and-down brushin'
And pokin' and fussin'
Didn't seem worth the time... I could bite!
If I'd known I was paving the way,
To cavities, caps and decay,
The murder of fiIlin's
Injections and drillin's
I'd have thrown all me sherbet away.
So I lay in the old dentist's chair,
And I gaze up his nose in despair,
And his drill it do whine,
In these molars of mine,
"Two amalgum," he'll say, "for in there."
How I laughed at my Mother's false teeth,
As they foamed in the waters beneath,
But now comes the reckonin'
It's me they are beckonin'
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth.
by
Pam Ayres
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth,
And spotted the perils beneath,
All the toffees I chewed,
And the sweet sticky food,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth.
I wish I'd been that much more willin'
When I had more tooth there than fillin'
To pass up gobstoppers,
From respect to me choppers
And to buy something else with me shillin'.
When I think of the lollies I licked,
And the liquorice allsorts I picked,
Sherbet dabs, big and little,
All that hard peanut brittle,
My conscience gets horribly pricked.
My Mother, she told me no end,
"If you got a tooth, you got a friend"
I was young then, and careless,
My toothbrush was hairless,
I never had much time to spend.
Oh I showed them the toothpaste all right,
I flashed it about late at night,
But up-and-down brushin'
And pokin' and fussin'
Didn't seem worth the time... I could bite!
If I'd known I was paving the way,
To cavities, caps and decay,
The murder of fiIlin's
Injections and drillin's
I'd have thrown all me sherbet away.
So I lay in the old dentist's chair,
And I gaze up his nose in despair,
And his drill it do whine,
In these molars of mine,
"Two amalgum," he'll say, "for in there."
How I laughed at my Mother's false teeth,
As they foamed in the waters beneath,
But now comes the reckonin'
It's me they are beckonin'
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth.
