There isn’t much I fear in life – spiders, getting caught in a lie or in a conversation with Seal, being buried alive. That pretty much sums it up. I’ve never been afraid of the dentist, that’s for sure! But……after having a couple wisdom teeth yanked from my head that kinda changed. I still don’t FEAR the dentist, but before that I didn’t even hate the dentist. Now, I do. I hate him with a passion. Him, her, it. Whatever. I hate them all.
The last time I had to get something done aside from a normal cleaning I honestly considered running out before the dentist got there. That’s how anxious I was. I thought I was going to have a panic attack and this was long before I ever even knew what a real panic attack felt like. But I was too embarrassed to run out and I knew I’d eventually have to go back and get that damn cavity filled, so I sucked it up.
The part I hate the most – the damn numbing shot. It fucking kills me. That and being numb post-procedure. I always have this crazy irrational fear that the numbness will never go away and I’ll have a half-expressioned face forever and ever. All this is coming to my head now because I have to go get another fucking cavity filled this afternoon. I have put it off and put it off until I finally decided to pull up my britches (I hate that word) and be a big girl about it. I don’t like it one bit, but I’m comforted a little knowing that I have an Ativan in my purse that will certainly be making an appearance at this event. I also made sure to have an audiobook available on my blackberry for distraction purposes. At least that might keep them from trying to talk to me the whole time their hands are all up in me mouth.
I used to go to an dentist in Sandy Springs that offered laughing gas to calm you down…and then he had TVs in the ceiling too. I’d get my gas, lean back and fall asleep every time.
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