Winland Roger D DDS

Dr. Roger D. Winland is the reason I’m petrified of dentists.
Work he’s done to me: regular cleanings/​check-​ups, braces/​retainers, wisdom tooth removal surgery.
Years I went to his office for work: 12.
Let’s start with the office itself. Mind you, it’s been a few years since I was there; maybe it changed. I kinda doubt it. Dr. Winland likes to go on safari and murder animals. He then likes to have the animals stuffed and mounted all over his office. Do you have any idea what it’s like to be seven years old and staring down some poor creature’s head while you’re having your teeth cleaned? Stuff of nightmares, that.
Then there are his dental hygienists. They’re all awful. Rough, mean, distracted while they work — you name it. I went in for cleanings every six months from the age of, what, five or six, until the age of 17 when I changed dentists, yet every time I went in I’d come out with my gums bleeding and sore.
Time spent with the actual dentist after each cleaning: approximately 30 seconds. Which is fine — that seems to be how dentists roll if you have nice teeth.
Which brings me to my next complaint: This guy’s attitude is awful. AWFUL. I remember he’d never let my parents come in with me while I was getting my teeth cleaned, and that was scary for me when I was a little kid. Then, when I was getting into my teens, he informed me that my gums bleeding was a sign of gingivitis, and if I didn’t «brush until your gums bleed, all your teeth will fall out by the time you’re thirty.»
I’m 28 now. I’ve never had a single cavity. My gums are fine. The problem with them turns out to be his dental hygienists — what qualified dentist can’t tell the difference between gingivitis and gums that’ve been ripped up by some crazy lady with a sharp tool???
So there was that. My teeth were never good enough for him, never clean enough, never white enough. I have perfect teeth, y’all. Never had a complaint from any of my other dentists. Just this guy. Mostly because he’s a horrid man.
Braces — he did them too fast, rendering me unable to sleep or chew because of the godawful pain in my skull. Took them off too fast and gave me a crappy retainer that broke after two weeks, didn’t fix the retainer, my teeth went right back to how they were before the whole ordeal started. Whatever, my teeth are fairly straight. Didn’t need all the braces work anyway, but he certainly made a pretty penny off it.
The worst, though, was my wisdom tooth surgery.
First, they didn’t weigh me. I weighed in at 101lbs at the age of 17. On my chart, they wrote down that I weighed 125. The crap they injected into my arm knocked me right on out. Only it kept me out, too, so when it was time for me to go, I didn’t wake up. Well, jeez, what a pain that was for them! They brought me ’round with smelling salts, then the nurse (wish I could remember her name — she was British and evil, oh so evil) told me to stand up.
Funny thing about that — I couldn’t feel my legs.
She pulled me around to stand up anyway, and when I refused to stand, she grabbed me ’round the elbow (where they’d injected me not an hour earlier) and YANKED on me, bringing me upright onto legs I still couldn’t feel. I had a hand-​shaped bruise on my arm for nearly a week from that. Plus, I ended up in the floor, groggy and ill and crying. The nurse’s response? Told me to shut up because I would upset the kids in the waiting room.
Fortunately, my mom came in around that point and collected me, took me out to the car. When I came back to have my stitches out, Dr. Winland made fun of me for «making a scene» after my surgery (apparently you’re not allowed to be upset when you’re drugged and getting manhandled).
Two things followed the surgery:
1) My tongue was numb on the entire righthand side. Completely numb. It’s been 11 years since the surgery. I’ve never regained feeling in my tongue.
2) Dr. Winland removed my stitches. Two weeks later, I was experiencing serious pain in my gums, so I went back to find out what the heck was going on. Dr. Winland wasn’t there, so I got to deal with the intern. The intern poked around and said, «What on earth, you still have a suture in here!
He left. A suture. In my face. A suture he /​missed/​while he was removing them.
What. The. FFFFFFF–
That was the last time I went to Winland. Oh, also, when I told my sister (who also had her wisdom teeth unceremoniously yanked out of her head by Winland) about the suture, she went all wide-​eyed because she’d been experiencing pain in her mouth since her surgery (some 3 years prior) and decided to finally have it checked out. Disgustingly, it was the same problem — she had a missed suture in the same place I had one, only hers had to be cut out because it had been so many years.
Yeah. YEAH.
I don’t recommend anyone go see this guy for anything. He’s a jerk and a quack and will damage you in some way, shape, or form, guaranteed.