Some good news...

It's been 6 years since I've been to the dentist. I completely blame my past dentist for my anxiety/fear for going. Dr. Tran DDS in Monterey, CA can kiss my white ass ! He's one of those dentists that purposely does a shitty job to create more work (more profit) for later visits. He informed me 6 years ago that I had 10 cavities and needed a crown for one of them. I went back to have the crown molding done.

First of all, he never spoke to me; never told me what he was going to do next. I laid there completely numb on the left side of my face and could hear the grinding and feel the tugging, yet he never told me what he was doing. After about 20 minutes of it I started crying, no noises just silent tears. The nurse saw my tears and rubbed my shoulder and told me everything would be okay. I believed her and was able to relax again...a little. After everything was completed I was told to come back in a week to have the real crown put on, then I headed back to work. I've been numbed before and knew it took a while for the feeling to come back. I've never experienced pain after a dentist visit so I was bit surprised that just after leaving the office I could already feel a small amount of throbbing. I went to work anyway, got some lunch, and spoke to my mom about the experience. After about 30 minutes the numbing started wearing off FAST and I thought I was dying.

I've been in labor, I've pushed a 9.5 pound baby out of a 10cm hole...I know pain and I typically handle it well, but this was horrid. I couldn't think, I couldn't function, I couldn't do anything but cry. I called the dentist office and sobbed to them and they prescribed me codeine that my ex bf had to pick up for me. I was in pain for a good 2 hours before the meds kicked in. I was NOT happy to go back to get the real crown put on, but I went and almost threw up I was so nervous.

My friend asked me to accompany her to her dentist appt about a month after, and I couldn't even sit in the office. I knew I didn't have to get anything done, but just the noises and smells made me sick and anxious.

Anyway, I went yesterday after 6 years like I said. I definitely put up a fight, ask Nick. I came up with every single excuse I could, but none of them worked. I drove 34 miles to the office and was surprised by the inside...it was nothing like a dentist office. It had real bicycles hanging on the walls. You could hear the dentist and the dental assistance all talking with each other and the other patients in their sweet southern accents and my nervousness level completely dropped. The lady I had was awesome and was surprised that after 6 years I only had 2 new cavities and 1 old one that needed replacing. She asked me who did the fillings and crown and I told her about good old Dr. Tran and her words exactly were, "he did a crappy job!" I laughed because I knew he had too....bastard.

I've decided I like this dental office and I will be bringing the little man there soon.

Other good news...

PIETER IS POTTY TRAINED AT 2.75 YEARS OLD!!!!!

It was a good fight my son, but mommy fucking won this battle. Mommy=1 Pieter=0.

A few pics :-)

(Happy boy!)

(My sexy man!)