open wide You know what we love to do on the weekends here at yr Wonkette? We like to kick back and read some longreads. Who doesn't love to dig into a nice meaty story while drinking a cup of coffee or nursing a hangover or regretting who you brought home last night (or perhaps all three at once)? It's informative and relaxing all at the same time. Let's see what we have this week, hmmmm?
"Papoose boards! That doesn’t sound so bad," That does sound warm and comforting, doesn't it? My niece underwent some serious dental work when she was a toddler, which had a lot to do with her idiot mother letting her drink soda (!!) in her baby bottle (!!!!) when she went to sleep (!!!!!!) and then blaming the tooth decay on my stepmom giving them 2% milk. It was years before she could go to a dentist without sedatives after that.
My experience with dentists has been:1. Childhood dentist who was very nice, but who didn't use enough novocaine. I have been afraid of dentists ever since.2. Dentist friend whose receptionist called me to come and help because he had inhaled too much nitrous oxide and was rolling around on the floor and outside he had a room full of waiting patients.3. Worked at a school of dentistry where they had a "dental fears" clinic. They also had a malfunctioning fire alarm, so almost everyday, there were patients from the clinic with all their dental dams and mouth opener contraptions standing outside by a busy street due to the alarms. 4. I had a bad wisdom tooth, but didn't know it. A dentist conducted $3,000 worth of tests x-rays, and TMJ treatments, but gave me nothing for the pain. An oral surgeon removed the tooth and the pain immediately went away.5. I always have to pay cash on the barrel head despite having insurance. It takes me months and months to get reimbursed once the insurance has been paid.6. I was told nine years ago that I needed to have all my molars out and implants put in. I declined. I still have all my molars with no issues.
I hate dentists! And this story is just one more reason!
I have a good dentist at the moment, although his office is not the most palatial. I think the previous one tended to overtreat, so I was considering changing but ultimately had to change when he was dropped by my insurance. Sometimes free-market solutions will work.
When my father was dying of brain cancer and mentally confused, some son-of-a-bitch dentist talked him into getting gold crown replacements. I'm sure they look really good on his rotting corpse. Luckily, my mom told him where to stuff his bill.
I thought that dentist was the biggest bastard in the profession. Turns out I wasn't even close.
After getting seriously ripped off by my dentist of twelve years, I got myself a regular spot at the nearest university dental clinic. It is an hour drive away but it is vastly cheaper, the residents are earnest and do excellent work, and no one is constantly trying to sell me a new crown or a fancy electric toothbrush. And they are open on Fridays, a thing that nearly every other private practice dentist in Amurica seems unable to ever do.
I have also had the "you need that tooth pulled and replaced with a three thousand dollar implant" pitch. That was four years ago and the tooth is still there. Never went back to that dentist.
After hearing all these horror stories, I have come to appreciate my dentist even more. I have been seeing him for nearly 20 years, all his staff know my entire family by name. He is very nice guy, he even repaired a broken tooth of mine in such a way that I didn't have to get a crown I couldn't afford. He even saw me when I didn't have insurance. It makes me kind of sad that he is retiring this summer. :-(
what I always do when I go to the dentist is put on the outfit I wear to paint the fence and when they ask when was the last time I went to a dentist I say "I haven't been to one in years cause I'm SO FUCKING POOR, but my grandmother just died and left me a whole $200 dollars and her dying wish was for me to get my teeth fixed and whatever is left of the money give it to the orphans"
'I held my nose and did it for the tubmans.'
"Papoose boards! That doesn’t sound so bad," That does sound warm and comforting, doesn't it? My niece underwent some serious dental work when she was a toddler, which had a lot to do with her idiot mother letting her drink soda (!!) in her baby bottle (!!!!) when she went to sleep (!!!!!!) and then blaming the tooth decay on my stepmom giving them 2% milk. It was years before she could go to a dentist without sedatives after that.
My experience with dentists has been:1. Childhood dentist who was very nice, but who didn't use enough novocaine. I have been afraid of dentists ever since.2. Dentist friend whose receptionist called me to come and help because he had inhaled too much nitrous oxide and was rolling around on the floor and outside he had a room full of waiting patients.3. Worked at a school of dentistry where they had a "dental fears" clinic. They also had a malfunctioning fire alarm, so almost everyday, there were patients from the clinic with all their dental dams and mouth opener contraptions standing outside by a busy street due to the alarms. 4. I had a bad wisdom tooth, but didn't know it. A dentist conducted $3,000 worth of tests x-rays, and TMJ treatments, but gave me nothing for the pain. An oral surgeon removed the tooth and the pain immediately went away.5. I always have to pay cash on the barrel head despite having insurance. It takes me months and months to get reimbursed once the insurance has been paid.6. I was told nine years ago that I needed to have all my molars out and implants put in. I declined. I still have all my molars with no issues.
I hate dentists! And this story is just one more reason!
The system won't let me give you one upfist for the post and another for the cartoon.
Dumbass.
I have a good dentist at the moment, although his office is not the most palatial. I think the previous one tended to overtreat, so I was considering changing but ultimately had to change when he was dropped by my insurance. Sometimes free-market solutions will work.
When my father was dying of brain cancer and mentally confused, some son-of-a-bitch dentist talked him into getting gold crown replacements. I'm sure they look really good on his rotting corpse. Luckily, my mom told him where to stuff his bill.
I thought that dentist was the biggest bastard in the profession. Turns out I wasn't even close.
Wha?? You mean like GREED, No. 1! GREED, No.!!11 doesn't always produce optimal outcomes? Psshhaw.
Cheezits herpin' crackers. Is fluoridated water still a commie conspiracy to run teef docters outta bidness>?
After getting seriously ripped off by my dentist of twelve years, I got myself a regular spot at the nearest university dental clinic. It is an hour drive away but it is vastly cheaper, the residents are earnest and do excellent work, and no one is constantly trying to sell me a new crown or a fancy electric toothbrush. And they are open on Fridays, a thing that nearly every other private practice dentist in Amurica seems unable to ever do.
I have also had the "you need that tooth pulled and replaced with a three thousand dollar implant" pitch. That was four years ago and the tooth is still there. Never went back to that dentist.
After hearing all these horror stories, I have come to appreciate my dentist even more. I have been seeing him for nearly 20 years, all his staff know my entire family by name. He is very nice guy, he even repaired a broken tooth of mine in such a way that I didn't have to get a crown I couldn't afford. He even saw me when I didn't have insurance. It makes me kind of sad that he is retiring this summer. :-(
When I was a kid, I used to get a lollipop from the receptionist if I'd been good.
what I always do when I go to the dentist is put on the outfit I wear to paint the fence and when they ask when was the last time I went to a dentist I say "I haven't been to one in years cause I'm SO FUCKING POOR, but my grandmother just died and left me a whole $200 dollars and her dying wish was for me to get my teeth fixed and whatever is left of the money give it to the orphans"
I am very happy with the fact that my dentist's philosophy is, "You can never be too numb."
I is old, too, but I never got mercury from my dentist to play with. We did get to play with it in science class, though.