Part of the Blogging A to Z Challenge. I’m blogging every day in April, except Sundays, thematically from A to Z. Find out more here.
Evil Russian Dentist. That’s who my son got the day I decided to try a new dentist in the plan.
Bad mom mistake.
My six year-old’s two adult front teeth were coming in. The problem was that the two baby teeth weren’t falling out. They clung to the new teeth pushing out in a red, swollen mess.
There sat my poor son. This mammoth man with black hair and furry eyebrows loomed over him. His assistant frowned down.
“Ya, need to pull those out.”
“No!” My son cried.
“We numb so it won’t hurt.”
Dab. Dab.
I already had a bad feeling about this angry looking monster and what he was about to do to my son. I begged for it to be over quick.
“See? Now numb?”
Out came the metal. Giant twisted pliers. My son shrunk into his seat. I gripped his hand.
A brutish hand clutched my son’s head. Yank. Blood squirted everywhere. Tears spewed.
“Ya. See? Now the other.”
“No, no!” my son huddled in the chair, wailing. “It hurts.” Red splattered his bib, his chin.
The evil Russian dentist leaned in. “It doesn’t hurt. Stop this nonsense!” He was the spirit of Lenin re-incarnated.
Please. Oh, please let this be over. Escape was near. We would never premier-pharmacy.com/product/imitrex/ come accutane back to this hell hole.
The giant held my son’s mouth open as he struggled beneath him. “Ahh. Stop it!” He turned to look at me. “Make him stop.”
His evil assistant grinned wickedly at me, nodding. Partners in pain they were.
“Joshua, last one. It will be over and then we can leave.” I would not cry. Not in front of this beast. And we had to finish this torture. I would never get my son to another dentist if I didn’t finish what had to be done.
“No, no.”
The mad man turned to me, shaking his pliers of pain.
“See, mother? This is what you did to your son. You let this happen. It’s all your fault.”
Stunned, I could say nothing, helpless in the prison my son and I were both in.
Yank. Squirt. Wail.
Cotton was shoved into my son’s mouth. Blood seeped through. We clung to each other as we limped out of the lobby. We got in the car. His mouth hung open, a white and red mass protruding obscenely from it. Sad, wet eyes stared at me. Then I lost it. I sobbed and hugged my child.
“So sorry. So sorry,” was all I could blubber out. “Anything you want. Anywhere you want to go. We’ll do it.”
And we sat in that back seat and cried.
Then we went to the toy store.
I can totally relate. My son has issues with his teeth. I always worry when he goes to the dentist. But that dentist, I probably would have smacked him. I know, easier said than done, but I’d like to think I would have.
On another note, the other morning my husband & I watched Three Stooges and laughed and laughed! Those are classics.
Mina, I havent watched the Three Stooges in years! Can you believe a movie remake is coming out? I was so in shock over that dentist and we were so in the thick of it I just wanted to get my son thru it and the hell out of there!
I need only say two words: Doctor. Malfatano.
He was my dentist when I had to have a chunkier pre-molar removed. The guy practically climbed into my mouth, blaming me all the while: “Why won’t you let go of this tooth!”
Kathryn, I’m going to remember that name! Too funny…but not at the time I am sure!
I enjoyed reading that. This is a great blog, and there are some marvellous ones on this Blog Challenge.
Thanks for stopping Fiona. I agree, I have visited some great blogs in the challenge just not sure I can get thru all 1,800 but want to try!
I grew up with a terrible fear of dentists…so I never took my kids, knowing my fear would transfer to them. I always talked hubby into taking them. Phew!! What an experience you had!
Donna, Sorry for your fear – did that stem from a bad experience? I am lucky my son still likes to go back to the “good dentist” now…but he was real traumatized from this – and so was I!
Not that I can remember but I did have to have dental surgery when I was about 12 and suspect it stemmed from that. Fortunately I now have a wonderful dentist with office staff that goes out of their way to make me comfortable. Glad your son wasn’t permanently damaged and likes his “good” dentist!