sprite_wolf (sprite_wolf) wrote in bad_service,
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Dentist and Wisdom Teeth

Hello everyone! I just barely came across this community and just had to share my own experience with bad service. It was so horrific to me that to this day my mind still tries to block the whole experience out. For most of my life, I've always had bad luck with dentists and getting all of my wisdom teeth out was no exception. I had to get all four of them removed. I went in and laid down in the chair, expecting to be out like a light once they gave me the sedatives or whatever drug it was they planned on using. Everyone I talked to beforehand about getting their wisdom teeth out told me that all they remembered was laying down and then waking up later with their teeth out, so I was expecting the something along the same line to happen.

The dentist injected the drug and it felt like fire was traveling up my veins, so I pointed that out to him, just in case that wasn't normal. There was a pause, and then the dentist asked how I felt. The burning had gone away, so I said I was fine, and the dentist and his assistant continued on with the procedure. As they got to work, I lay their thinking, 'Any minute now I'll be falling asleep. Or getting drowzy, or incoherent or whatever it is that's supposed to happen. Any minute now. Any minute now.'

But nothing happened. My mouth was held open by some sort of device and they started tearing my teeth out. The drugs only made my mind fuzzy enough were I didn't have enough sense to tell them to stop, that they were hurting me. I could feel every little thing they did to me and I was crying hysterically the whole time. Instead of stopping what they were doing because I was crying, they just kept telling me: Stop crying. You're just having a negative reaction to the drugs. Stop crying, you're going to upset the other patients.
Once they finished ripping out my teeth, (because 'removing' is too nice of a word for what they did), they brought me into another room, sat me down on a bed that looked like something you'd see in a high school nurse's office, and after telling me a couple more times to stop crying, they went to go get my mom who was sitting in the waiting room. Mom came in and at first tried to help me out of the office (because usually after this procedure, you're too drugged up to walk straight), but I just pushed past her and raced out of the office and to the car out in the parking lot. On the ride home, because my mouth was too stuffed up with gauze to talk, I wrote down on a notepad just how horrible my experience was and ranted about how everyone lied and that you could feel it and that it did hurt.
Later on, my mom called the dentist up, but they refused to admit that they did anything wrong. They were probably worried that we were going to sue them. At the time, all I wanted was a apology, but looking back on it now, I probably should have sued them.

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