Unnecessary Dental work by a Bunny Boiler.
My dentist was a little bit flirty, which was not a good sign. Coupled with my crippling fear of the dentist I can only assume she took a dislike to me because of my rather dour demeanour during visits. I was very nervous though.

I saw her several times and was generally pretty unimpressed as she used to chat to the nurse about all kinds during treatment as if I wasn't there.

One time I went complaining of an ache in my UPPER RIGHT molar. No worries says she, we'll just x-ray those and see what's what. Ok that looks fine - book yourself in for next week and we'll sort it out.

Next week I arrive and she informs me that I need treatment in my LOWER LEFT molar. Alarm bells started ringing but I assume she's the professional she must have spotted something.

In goes the novacaine. 20 minutes later and i'm comfortably numb.

The drilling starts and I can only describe it as agony, she's drilling away and clearly hasn't numbed my tooth properly. Then after demolishing my tooth she informs me I need a root canal procedure and that she can't do it this visit. Not only that, but before it can be done she needs to spray some stuff in the cavity to kill the nerve and cover it with dentists putty. Then she prescribes me with anaerobic antibiotics (the kind you definitely cannot drink with) and sends me down to reception with a half numb mouth full of dentists putty (it was only later I realised I couldn't actully make a bite as she had put too much tempoarary filing in so couldn't eat either).

I get to reception and find out it's her last week and I can't get another appointment with someone else for two weeks! this must have all been part of her evil plan.

When I eventually came back I had the practice owner treating me. Injection, done. Filling, no pain whatsoever. 'More antibiotics?' asks the nurse. 'Absolutely not that was completely inappropriate' says the dentist. So it seems I was put through 10 minutes of unneccessary agony and two weeks of pain and discomfort by a spiteful dentist who knew it was her last week and had an axe to grind (thankfully not literally).

I saw the culprit in sainsbury's six months later - felt like punching her in the throat.
( TheFinch is getting to grips with the complex plane on, Thu 11 Mar 2010, 17:20, 4 replies)

She wasn't in Clifton in Bristol, was she?
I think I had the same one.
( shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Thu 11 Mar 2010, 17:30, closed)

No, Stainbeck in Leeds
Charlie the Practice owner is a legend though, he even named each nerve as he numbed them, great dentist.
( TheFinch is getting to grips with the complex plane on, Fri 12 Mar 2010, 9:06, closed)

The last my dentist
didn't give me enough anaesthetic, I nearly smacked him in the face. Accidentally, of course.
(Petite chien is going to do science to it, Thu 11 Mar 2010, 18:21, closed)

I think
it's a question of millimetres when plunging the syringe, if they miss the nerve you don't get properly numb.
( TheFinch is getting to grips with the complex plane on, Fri 12 Mar 2010, 9:07, closed)