Last Wednesday I had my 3 monthly trip to the dentist. It’s a whole day out as I’ve kept my dentist in York. Normally if I’ve moved I’ve quite happily changed dentists, but having dementia has meant I now have a need for consistency and confidence in the people looking after me. I’ve also done the same with my hairdresser as she knows me well.
The thought of changing and having to find someone who is patient and understanding is very traumatic….I hate going to the dentist – stems from childhood and the trauma of having gas to put you out……..
However, the hygienist has been wonderful as my teeth have certainly deteriorated lately. We’re not sure if this is because I’m getting distracted and not being as thorough as I used to be or am I simply forgetting? Anyway, we agreed for the hygienist to at least see me every 3 months to at least keep on top of the situation. They even went into social media and asked around for tips on helping me remember the right routine and came up with several ideas.
The first was a little egg timer – but I knew I’d simply forget that; the second was playing a track of my favourite music while cleaning my teeth – result! So now when I remember to play music, I’m more than happy to jig around while cleaning my teeth.
This time they suggested sending some mini posters to put up to see if they helped and they’re going to see what they can find and put them in the post for me.
The dentist himself, knows I hate dentists so only subjects me to the minimum of treatment and only when the hygienist refers me.
Now you see why I’m reluctant to change my dentist – they’re so helpful and so understanding. Maybe there are others more local who would be just as good but the thought of finding them puts me off, so for now I’ll stick with the day out to York each time
And it’s not such a trial when the city looks as beautiful as this