I'm going through a dentist hating phase! This whole problem arose a year ago when he did a root canal and broke a piece of the drill off in the root. ("He" is a new dentist to me, my darling friend Ossie, who was my dentist as well as part of our group of friends, died.) His reaction was along the lines of "Oh dear! Well we'll just have to leave it and see what happens." Well, last week an abscess happened. I think it was the most painful thing I've ever had. Anyway, today the dear man says he's better pull it out. I said I was far from happy with that idea. he then said he could try to remove the piece of drill, (the explanation of how was far from appealing!) but, in any case I would have to have something that sounded like liposuction around the root. I didn't ask for clarity. I said the wasn't a chance in hell I was doing that without a second opinion from someone I felt more confident with and shot out of there. I shall quietly think about it all before I do anything else. Meanwhile I feel like a dishrag after all the antibiotics I've had to swallow.
Well, sorry about loading all that on you guys, but I needed to! Thanks!
