A Latvian Dentist Tried to Kill Me

I have never been afraid of going to the dentist's, until I had to open my mouth for a dentist in Latvia. That experience has scarred me for ever. I went to a dentist here in the United States for the first time yesterday, and as I reclined in that chair, my body tensed all over. I feared parting my lips, and caught myself thinking: "Come on!! How old am I!!"

In Latvia, even the littlest cleaning was painful, bloody, gushingly bloody, and always left me feeling my teeth had not been fixed, but tampered with. I let them repair two teeth in Latvia, and then I halted the process, since I felt that this dentist was just making things worse. My bite has never been the same since, my teeth are misshapen, one tooth is so sharp it constantly rips and tears my tongue, and my gums are receding at an alarming rate. I did not have any of these problems before I sacrificed myself on the alter of Latvian dentistry less than 4 years ago.

The dentist here in the US confirmed my fears. The Latvian dentist completely ravaged my mouth and damaged my choppers. The fillings I have from my childhood in Canada are still perfectly functional, and the ones I got in Latvia just a few years ago are already faulty, chipped, and ruining my gums... Most of the work that was done in Latvia was not necessary and only damaged other teeth that were otherwise healthy. Now I have to get all the Latvian stuff repaired, removed or altered, and in addition, I need to go to a periodontist too to repair my mouth.

So, to all my friends in Latvia, or those who go to Latvia to get their teeth fixed, think twice, thrice, four time and five times, and then, don't do it! The person who totally destroyed my teeth was supposedly one of the best dentists in the country, and came highly recommended by everyone I consulted before choosing... Stick to North American dentistry, and keep your teeth!

And by the way, my experience at my American dentist's yesterday was completely painless and bloodless, without anaesthesia, even if they spent 90 minutes cleaning and exploring my mouth. Compare that to repeatedly spitting out mouth-fulls of blood in Latvia and being told: "Tas jau taču normāli ." (But that's only normal).

ARGH!!!! I should have never opened my mouth for these Latvian quacks! ARGH!!!!