Boobs with Pliers - I wanted to call it No Boobs Near My Teeth but was a bit sketchy on how that might translate if you put it into Google.
By Kathy Reschini Sweeney, 2 teeth lighter
First off - I was one of those unfortunate kids who had a dentist who didn't believe in Novocaine. As a result, dentists still scare me - and I don't scare easily.
I love my Dentist - although his office is in deep shit today. Finally got comfortable with him. He referred me to another group and they did two root canals in the past three years which were painless and a real relief.
Then there was today. As I mentioned on Facebook, this blog fucking wrote itself over the last four hours.
Problem #1: X-Rays
My Dentist's office was supposed to e-mail them yesterday. I stood at the desk while it happened. Turns out there was a SNAFU with the email address or whatever, and the oral surgeon's office didn't have them. They just wanted to forget it and give me new X-Rays. I said no. I was nice.
Then I called my Dentist and stayed on the phone while they re-sent them. Confirmed the address letter by letter. This is me doing this, in the chair on my iPhone. I was nice.
They sent the wrong X-Rays. Because I have a small mouth (loud, yes: big, no - it confuses people) they couldn't get a good shot of the back teeth so I had to get an X-Ray on the big, more powerful machine that takes a panoramic shot.
Oral surgeon tells me no big deal, I just need to have another X-Ray. I declined again. Mentioned the cancer thing and directives from the oncologist (no unnecessary XRays). I was still nice, but firm.
I called my dentist's office AGAIN. They told me they couldn't find the other XRays and that they had been deleted. Wrong answer. I explained that they were not permitted to delete medical records, at least within a 24-hour period, and that the XRays had to be there. They promised to look. I was civil, but determined.
Dentist's office calls Oral Surgeon's office to tell them they simply did not have the XRays. Oral Surgeon says they have to take a new XRay. I refused and explained why. This time, I was more intransigent than determined.
I called my dentist's office AGAIN. Directed them to the exact computer the tech used to take the XRays, reminded them of the time frame yesterday afternoon and told them to find the damn thing wherever it was misfiled. At this point, nice is out the damn window, my blood pressure is going through the roof, and I am ready to rip someone a new one. I did not do that, but I did make my displeasure evident. Without swearing.
Eureka! Five minutes later they called me back. Duh. They found the XRays - exactly where I said they would be. I kept them on the phone until the Oral Surgeon got the right ones. Dentist's office is apologizing profusely. I told them we'd discuss it later.
Problem #2: Anesthesia
So - I was supposed to have nitrous oxide with a local anesthetic. In that order. This is because half the time the injections for the local are more painful than anything. Getting a shot in the roof of the mouth is a bitch - no cushion there.
Oral Surgeon tells me there has been a mixup - no anesthesiologist there, so no Nitrous Oxide. I called bullshit immediately because I know you don't need an anesthesiologist unless the do something that is injected. Oral Surgeon tells me that it is their (UPMC - the Dark Overlord of Pittsburgh health care) policy.
By this time I am visibly shaking. Can't tell if I am have a panic attack for only the second time in my rather eventful life, or it's just rage. Either way, Nurse #1 notices and tells me I should not have the procedure done today. I should wait and come back Saturday to have it done with real anesthesia. She shows me the XRays and explains why.
Now THAT is the proverbial straw.
Me: "Please bring the surgeon in here now." Nurse #1 leaves to get the surgeon.
Enter Tech #1: "Well, I need to set up your tray, so are you doing this procedure today?"
Me: " Not until I talk to the surgeon."
Tech: "Well I need to know now.
At this point, I take off my sunglasses (the lights in there exacerbate the headache from the tooth, so I have had them on for over an hour) and give her a look. I learned this look from my old man. Tech actually took a full step back.
Me: " I know this is your job, but you need to listen to my words. See this yellow paper (the informed consent form)? Until I sign this, you cannot touch me. I am not signing it until I get some straight answers. I am sorry if it upsets your schedule, but this is non-negotiable."
Tech leaves to get Nurse #1.
Nurse #1 says the Surgeon is doing an exam and will be in shortly. I hear her out in the hall talking to Tech #1, wherein Nurse advised Tech that she checked my chart and that, as they were beginning to fear, I am a lawyer. I never saw Tech #1 again.
At this point, in an effort not to blow a gasket, I am on Facebook. My status update: "The nice Kathy has left the building. Advocate Reschini is here now."
I started doing every calming exercise I know. Lamaze. The breathing thing. Praying the whole time. When I felt tears running down my face and couldn't keep my hands from shaking, I even called for the big guns, Michael and Gabriel, the Archangels. I prayed for calm and not to hurt anyone. It was a very bizarre sensation. I could feel the rage building, feeding the fear and panic - the whole circular thing. Scary - because my temper scares even me.
To make a long story tolerable, I will cut to the chase.
I had two teeth yanked out of my head with a local anesthesia only. Non-fused roots. I have the teeth, and it is a damn good thing I didn't see how big they were until after it was over.
And just to show that Mother Nature knows what she is doing, I am sure the adrenaline from the rage helped me manage the pain.
Why did I do it this way? Because I am not pumping my body full of unnecessary narcotics for two more days because UPMC is fucked up. Because the pain was intolerable over 36 hours ago and getting worse, even with the painkillers. Because I had no real alternative for treatment. Why?
Because I live in a medical monopoly. UPMC is the only game in town. And frankly, they don't give a shit about patient care, or the experience of the Docs. You really want to know how the system operates? Ask your Doctor about contract negotiations. I got the inside story while I was in for my breast cancer surgery, and it will make you sick. They are cutting salaries of experienced docs and surgeons so they can replace them with younger, less experienced docs because they can pay them much less. As if UPMC, the "Non-Profit", isn't making record fucking profits that go up every damn year.
Shit - this is way too long. Let me just say one more thing. This is why I never carry a weapon of any kind. Other than my brain as connected to my voice. I feel a little bad about being mean, BUT if a group of people - who have a sworn and fiduciary duty to provide CARE - are going to put me in a position where I am actually shaking with rage, then everybody else in the room is going to be shaking too.
ARRRGGGHHHHHH.
Dear God. This was almost what I went through last summer until yesterday. Lucky for me, one of my dearest friends works at the oral surgeons, and was able to calm me. My dentist is an idiot, whom I sadly couldn't drop mid-procedure (two molar implants), but I can now (as of yesterday).
Still ticked off.
Posted by: Debby | 03/01/2012 at 02:23 PM
Good for you, Kathy! I hate that double talk you get in doctors' offices and even tho I am not a lawyer, I do all the same things you tried to do the first time around. Keep the faith!
Posted by: JodiL | 03/01/2012 at 02:23 PM
This is "Classic Kack" and why I love you! I'm sure you don't think this is funny but you have to understand that I have seen this person you described (you) and imagined the faces and reactions of all invlolved when I read this. Part of me laughed at the image of this 5 foot terror in action and part of me was just glad I wasn't around to witness personally. Hope you feel better.
Posted by: Baltimore Jack | 03/01/2012 at 02:42 PM
This deserves an OMG.
Good for you for standing up for your mouth. Or is that your mouth (attached to your brain) standing up for you.
My dentist now knows I don't freeze well, screaming during a procedure and telling him to fucking hurry up, got that message through. Now when I need any 'big' dental work done, it is a dose of Ativan pre-procedure at a specialists office.
Things I hate to hear at the dentist "this won't take long" (HA) and this will only be a "pinch" (=PAIN)
I have my fingers crossed that this is the last dental work you need done for awhile.
Posted by: Gaylin | 03/01/2012 at 02:43 PM
Don't ever, EVER, feel bad about being mean. The professionals were not listening to you. You have to get your point across somehow. It is the one big thing I hate about the medical (all avenues) profession. They think they know more than the patient. I know my body; you are not doing something I don't understand until you can explain it in a fashion that I understand. I'm reasonably intelligent, just break down the big words. I have changed doctors a couple of times because they couldn't grasp that concept.
I, too, am a child of the 60s where the dentists did not believe in Novacaine. Just writing this is making my saliva glands go into hyperdrive. I also cannot have epinephren in my Novacaine shots, as my heart races, I break out in a sweat, and get the shakes. So I get twice as many Novacaine shots as the normal person would because they don't last as long or work as well. My dentist has come to the realization that if it is something big or will take a long time, he sends me to a specialist to let them knock my ass out.
Gone are the days that you could rely on the doctor to make decisions that are to your benefit alone. If they don't take the insurance companies into account (whether mine or their malpractice insurance), they will royaly get screwed over...and you suffer for it.
Posted by: Pam aka SisterZip | 03/01/2012 at 02:56 PM
"We will discuss it later" plus The Look . . . we wouldn't need to have armed conflict in any foreign country if we could just harness this power for good.
Posted by: NancyM | 03/01/2012 at 02:57 PM
I too am a child of the sixties and the victim of a dentist who didn't believe in Novacain. Said dentist would also viciously pinch me on the thigh if I expressed any sounds of pain. Today that would be considered assault AND child abuse. I remember walking up that long stairway to the second floor to his office and starting to break out in a cole sweat. I even ran away one day to avoid a dental appointment!
In my early thirties I began seeing a dentist after my husband persuaded me that his dentist was a good guy. OMG, total difference in experience. This dentist explained to me that the reason I experienced so much pain was that the roots of my teeth were unusually long and thus I required more numbing agent than most patients. He used Nitrous and since I could walk to his office would have me take 20mg of Valium before a visit.
Four years ago a back tooth split in half so I needed to see an Oral Surgeon for removal. I was given the option of Nitrous Oxide for $100 payable up front. I paid the $100. He numbed me up, put the nitrous mask on me, said open up and BINGO within 30 seconds (no lie) was holding the tooth. So, I paid $100 for 30 seconds of nitro! The peace of mind....priceless!
Posted by: Diane Russom Harrison | 03/01/2012 at 03:15 PM
I'm not a fan of UPMC either. Took my daughter to a GI doc at Presby and paid the co-pay. The doctor was fine, but a month later I got a second "co-pay" bill, so I called and explained that I'd paid this already. "Nope. This is a bill from the hospital." I had to pay Presby $40 for the office space, lights, water, etc.! As nice as the doctor was, I'd never go back! Who's ever heard of an office building sending you a bill because the doctor has her office there?
Posted by: Peg | 03/01/2012 at 03:20 PM
I would never had had the nerve or fortitude to stand my ground like you did with your x-rays. I would have folded. Good for you.
Posted by: ArkansasCyndi | 03/01/2012 at 03:32 PM
I think you did great. I wish I was strong enough to argue with the dentists I've had. The office regulations are enough to drive me nuts. One thing-you're still post surgical so you'll be more vulnerable, so don't be upset with yourself at all.
Posted by: lil Gluckstern | 03/01/2012 at 03:46 PM
Diane, where did you grow up? My dentists office was on Main Street over a jewelry store and that walk up those stairs was the longest. It was made worse by the paneling being installed weird. Instead of installing it with the grain going up and down, they saved money by installing it 'with' the stairs. It was like a crazy tunnel that didn't end. Made me dizzy every time.
Posted by: Pam aka SisterZip | 03/01/2012 at 04:32 PM
Peg, that charge is getting more & more common. Instead of just charging rent to the doctor, mostly because they are now employees of the hospital, you get to pay for it. And a lot of insurance companies are not paying it either. None of my doctors are affiliated with, say, SSM. They have privilagews at SSM hospital in my area, but they don't work directly for them.
Posted by: Pam aka SisterZip | 03/01/2012 at 04:34 PM
Proud of you -- and I would want you by my side in a crunch! Especially proud of "I did make my displeasure evident. Without swearing." and THE LOOK-- yes!
My sympathies on your having to endure this treatment, and my congratulations on standing your ground.
I have been lucky enough to have mostly good, kind, competent dentists, but I have had a couple of experiences to educate me on the difference . . . and I think there is a separate level of hell for those . . .
Posted by: Storyteller Mary | 03/01/2012 at 04:41 PM
Wow. I thought I was the only one with a childhood dentist out of Hitchcock. But the whole medical monopoly, whether it's health insurance or the CLINIC/HOSPITAL that has replaced most of the private practices in my town, is criminal. I lost my doctor of 22 plus years last summer. He left because they wanted him to spend 5 of his 15 minute 'time frame' with the patient and 10 on the PC updating the file...evidently dictation for later transcription and coding went out the window due to "costs". Hah. My rheumatologist moved to Texas. This year my 'new' doctor told me PAPS are no longer suggested for women over 65. Evidently our lady parts (them again) don't need to be checked because 'nothing really changes after menopause'. I told him to think again. Now looking for a lady doc. Oh...and he told me he never prescribes for sinus infections unless they're around for more than a week. "They usually clear up on their own". Next time I'm going to give him a kick in his own sinuses. I yelled at my new rheumatologist on Monday...and we may have reached an understanding. "Ever had a flare-up?" I asked. "I don't have RA," he replied. "Then you can't possibly understand how frickin' painful it is," I said. "And I didn't appreciate the lack of concern you showed by not returning my call for 24 hours." Next time I'm going to tell him I know a really kick-ass lawyer in Pittsburgh!
PS. I'm thinking of changing dentists too...but your story trumps any I would have. Good for you for sticking to your guns, Kathy!
Posted by: Maryann Mercer | 03/01/2012 at 04:51 PM
Oh, Kathy, I'm so sorry it was awful. I know just where you are. I grew up when dentists not only didn't use Novocaine, but had jackhammers for drills. By the time I was 14 they had to drug me with Demerol just to get me in the chair.
I often considered reaching out and cupping the dentist's testicles in my hand and saying, "You hurt me, I hurt you."
Posted by: mary lynn | 03/01/2012 at 05:15 PM
Kathy, I want you to come to the dentist with me!
At least the one I go to now doesn't call me a liar if I say that I'm not yet numb from the novocain. (HE lies when he says "this is a little pinch." NO, it feels like someone jammed a serrated knife into my gum and twisted it around. And I have a reputation with my doctors for having an unusually high tolerance for pain, something I had to tell the dentist when he accused me of not knowing what REAL pain is. When I told that to my physical therapist, he said that I should have kicked the dentist!)
In 1967 I was having a tooth pulled, and for some reason the novocain did not take effect. Finally, the dentist,who was clearly annoyed with me, said my mouth HAD to be numb and that I was lying because I didn't want him to pull the tooth, and that he was going to proceed. He did, and I felt EVERYTHING because I was not numb! I did not go back to a dentist again for many years. I have never been able to trust another one. (That same dentist told me that I had such an ugly mouth that it was a wonder I had any friends, such a hurtful thing to say to a shy teenager.)
What really bothers me most about your experience is that they had no respect for the fact that your cancer history means that you must avoid xrays. This seems like a simple medical fact to me.
Posted by: Deb Romano | 03/01/2012 at 09:06 PM
In retrospect, I'm surprised my childhood dentist didn't lean down and whisper "Is it safe?" in my ear before beginning. Just sayin'.
Skip forward to 2009, when scans reveal a massive bone loss in upper and lower jaw thanks to genetics. I was fortunate to find an oral surgeon who understood my feelings toward his profession, and who went out of his way to manage both myself and the procedure. I ended up with bone transplants, gum grafts, and a whole new mouth. In one of the pre-surgery consults, I clearly remember saying, "If I'm going through all this, I better have a Movie Star Smile when we're done." He laughed and promised me I would.
So, we did it. He was extremely blunt about managing the pain; "You're going to hurt for a couple of days, don't think otherwise. Take the pain meds, that kind of hurt only messes up your healing." I toughed it out for about three hours, then took one of the scrips he'd given me. Ten minutes later, it was all gone, like magic!
I learned a lot from that experience; 1) I've got the best dentist on the planet now, and 2) being tough and not taking your pain meds only gets you more pain.
But I know there's more to this story coming. The Look, "we'll discuss this later", and confirming you're an attorney.... oh, yeah, there's LOTS more to this one coming down the road....:)
Posted by: William | 03/03/2012 at 07:10 AM
So glad you brought out The Look and stood your ground, Kathy. When healthcare folk of any stripe are lazy or tired or careless and not doing their proper job, it is absolutely essential that a) they 'fess up and shape up, and b) patients hold up a big STOP UNTIL YOU'RE THINKING CLEARLY ABOUT THIS sign. It may be briefly uncomfortable for the practitioner, but they'll be glad later.
Posted by: Laraine | 03/03/2012 at 06:34 PM