It's not the cost that bothers me, as they let you pay it off gradually. It's the thought of having some lunatic drilling away in my teeth 8! times when I am convinced that the hurting tooth, due to some wild hunch, is the big black one with a fucking big hole in it.
I have found information on DIY dentistry. I am not letting that CHILD with less degrees than what I've got near me nashers again.
I've also located a source of Gutta Percha, so I can make my own fillings.
It's quite easy to do, I've been reading about it. I plan to use chemicals to clean out the hole instead of a drill. The hard part is you have to keep a load of listerine in your mouth for about 15 - 20 minutes to kill off any bacteria in the holes to fillinged, followed by a course of calcium tablets.
Thursday, went to Dentists for talk about my x rays.
After a brief discussion.
Her: So, thats the treatment you need - OK? Me, OK. Her: Open wide then, I want to take another look I open wide. BUT! Instead of picking up a mirror, she PICKS UP A DRILL! Me (with mouth open with drill in it: Oogawooga, wong wong! Her: Yes, I know, I thought you'd be more likely to come today if you didnt know I was going to do this. Me: Oingawoinga, wong! Her: Yes, I know. Does it hurt? Me: Noing. Her: I'll give you some anasthetic anyway. Then she produces a HUGE SYRINGE and fills my bloodstream with MORPHINE! More drilling, then: Her: I'm going now to put steel pins in it Me: Woinga wong: Ning? Her: Gold plated stainless steel. Me: Woing goingy! Her: Now, we're DRILLING OUT THE NERVES so I'll give you another shot. Me: Woingy boingy boingy!
So, she finishes off and I go home, feeling EXTREMELY WOOZY, Joni rings up and am so stoned off all this MORPHINE that despite not having a BIG DRILL in my mouth all I can say is 'wongy boingy woo woo!'
Morphine is GRATE!