A Dentist Who Ruined My Life

Hi. I'm a 19-year-old gir. The truth is, as a kid, I didn't follow almost any hygiene habits about my teeth. But over the years, that has changed radically. I was less than 12 years old when I had to get a six-year-old, down to my left. Unfortunately, however, even then I had not come across a good dentist, and years later it became clear that the canals had not been filled. So I corrected that mistake when I found out. I introduced you to the tooth I'm going to talk about from here on out. From you, please, to very vigilantly follow the sequence of actions and express your opinion at the end. On October 28th, this tooth in question broke while I was eating a hamburger. Yes, I know, it sounds very ridiculous, but it's a fact. I consulted with my mother and my father to direct me to a good dentist... to get my tooth out and they referred me to the doctor in question. I'm going to go straight. On October 31st at 11:30 a.m., officially the tooth was pulled out, without feeling any pain, nor anything (Normal, I was on the generated day after all)! I quote the words of the dentist after my tooth was removed: " Now hold this gauze on the wound for 30 minutes, without any eating for at least 2 hours, no smoking 8 hours, no lifting heavy, pushing, spitting, sucking and bending. ". After you told me these things, you exchanged views and went home. Thirty minutes later, the hellish pain began! I started spitting blood everywhere, it wasn't even spitting, and from a roar, saliva fell from my mouth, like a waterfall, after all, the anesthetic had already passed. Were they not, analgesics, god forbid just give me something just to stop! I drank what I drank, I cried and fell asleep. I want to say that those two minutes of peace of mind, after the pain and before I fell asleep, was the best gift of my life. Without further Day one: It hurt, the Auliins helped, but only for 30 minutes. I was telling my parents, but they thought it was normal because it was still trauma. Falling asleep was a nightmare. Day 2: I woke up, roared in pain, drank Aulin, fell asleep. I woke up, cried in pain, drank Aulin, fell asleep. Day 3: Repeat day 2. 4th day of the draw: Repeat of days 2 and 3. I tell my parents: "I'm in a lot of pain, I really can't take it anymore, I can't stand it." 5th day of the trial: After my dentist didn't prescribe an antibiotic, I had to ask for it myself on the phone. I asked my mother to go to another dentist. I also said, "Mom, it hurts me to drink water, it hurts even when I breathe, not the empty space, but the tooth next to it. My tongue is all over, I can't speak, I'm really sick.' She was naturally worried and rushed to the other dentist. The moment I opened my mouth, her cheesy fell, her hair stripped, her eyes snapped like a gold digger. Who did this to you? Your whole bone is broken, half your 5th tooth is outside, you have a lot of broken bone in the gum." Well, that's it. I heard it. I heard someone tell me what I was trying to explain to my parents how I felt. It was too late for whatever it was, and I was on the verge of fainting in pain. 6th day of the wading - Oh P.R.A. And Z. Great news! It turned out that I did not just have a bare-root, a broken bone, etc., but it turned out that I also had 3 cysts in each of the roots. The notorious "tooth crusher" who took out my tooth didn't even wash my wound, how else he could see I had cysts. Separately, he chopped with the pliers wherever he fell. He didn't even ask me for rent. a picture of the teeth, as if by heart you knew which root where it grew. I tried to sound sarcastic and put irony into the whole story, but the truth is, this is the ninth day. In nine days, I, a freshman at university, dropped three control and sum of material. I had to take nerve pills because I was getting panic attacks from the pain. For 9 days, I wake up with a roar of pain and pray if this continues, I just die. This doctor, it's taken nine days of my life, and I'm going to keep taking them away. During the operation, I was six years old. It took them an hour to remove the pieces of bone and cysts, it was so bad. The anesthetic's gone, and I've yet to be stitched. I died in that chair. I wanted to die. For an hour, I've been roaring like an animal that tortures him, with convulsions, drownings, and everything. Thank you to all dentists, doctors in general. Keep buying your diplomas with money and taking lives. One thing I know, the last days have brought such trauma to me that even after the operation, when the pain has already begun to subside, I am afraid, and out of fear, I take pills for blood and painkillers. I'm afraid of going through the same thing again. Thanks for your attention.