I meant to take a picture of some kind, but I was so wigged out I forgot.
When I first asked the assistant about the gas, she said she didn't think I'd need it, they would be very careful not to hurt me at all, so I started to cry. Little do they know. I mean it's not really the pain that does it. The nice dentist (I really like him better than my last one even) took one tiny poke at a tooth with that metal pick and I let out a shriek--
So I ended up gassed into oblivion as always. Had to pay $100 out of pocket for it, too. Insurance doesn't cover weenies. There is NO WAY I could have had that cleaning without benefit of drugs. Maybe next time! And yes, I DO have another appointment already made for my next checkup in March.
I also left with a new Water Pik which they said would help me when I have my hand surgery. No way I'm going to be able to floss!
I know Andy over at Bloginyourface has a thing about dentists too. Anybody else??