Dental Procedures vs. Fertility Procedures
I have had a challenging past week and a half with dental issues/procedures. Seems like my teeth have decided to rally against me all at the same time. Fortunately I have found a great dentist in the SouthSide of town by the name of Ronald DiCarlo. What prompts me to write about this is this: even though I’ve been being drilled on for what seems like hours at a time (but it’s not quite that long), for more days in a week and a half than most people put in at the dentist in a couple years…and even though my face was feeling like it was vibrating to the point of loosening itself and falling off, (even though there really wasn’t any pain)…it was actually a piece of cake, compared to what I had gone through in my ferility treatments. Once you go through all of the probing and proding and invasive fertilty testing and surgeries…guess what!? Everything else becomes easier.
For example, I went to Long Island for two treatments that someone had told me about after seeing it on Oprah. These were treatments that were to open ones tubes nonsurgically. As I laid there, they had a drip going into me for an approximate 2 hour period…a special ‘formula’ comprised of antibiotics and other magical components (that my memory has erased)…plowing through the blockage. This doesn’t sound like such a painful treatment to go through, as you just lay there and let that thing drip away. But for some reason, it was excruciating. I pretty much laid there and breathed so deeply that I hypervenilated (and that took place in between loud screaming!..no kidding!) It felt like fire going through my lower area into my abominal region. I was to go back for a third treatment, and the morning we were to leave I told my husband I just couldn’t do it again. It was just too torturous. Afterward I was unable to stand up straight for about 24 hours. The doctor proclaimed it successful, however, as the drip kept going. If my tubes weren’t opening, it would have backed up. This is just ONE example of some of the pain I endured in my quest to become pregnant. I would say that this was one of my top five most painful procedures, if I were to rate them.
So, if there is any good to come from all of that yuck we go through (sometimes for years and years and years), then maybe it’s that it makes us so much stronger to face other issues, whether they be health related or even traumatic in nature. It’s one positive effect of a very negative situation. I hope any of you who have been through this, understand what I’m saying and feel the same way. It’s a walk in the park compared to the 9 1/2 years of sporatic torture I’d been through (mental and physical.) So drill on, Dr. DiCarlo! Drill on! ….Peace.


