I am afraid of many things, one of those things just so happens to be the dentist! Eeeek.
Even though I have the world's sweetest dentist, I can't help but imagine horrible things happening while I'm there. Very pessimistic of me, I know. I'm sure that I'll end up on the news as one of those "once in a lifetime" events. It's awful!
This is what I see when I think of the dentist -
I had a dental appointment yesterday to get some cavities filled. No big deal, I happen to get cavities quite often. Apparently my mouth doesn't produce enough saliva, which results in dry mouth which equals cavities. Oh joy!
I've never had a traumatic experience at the dentist, not even as a kid. Hell, as a kid, I loved going to the dentist because his name was Barney and he let me pick a prize out of the pirate's treasure chest at the end of the appointment. Of course I didn't mind the dentist back then!
The older I get, the worse my anxiety gets. When I make a dental appointment, my anxiety increases dramatically.
I sit/lay in the chair and tell the assistant, "Yes, of course I want nitrous oxide." (laughing gas). She gets me all hooked up, and just like last time, she gave me too much. I had a head rush and felt like I couldn't sit up. I let her know I was light-headed and to please turn it down!!! I want to be relaxed, but don't cause me to faint lady!
In comes my lovely dentist, who I really do adore, to administer the novocaine injections. I absolutely HATE the numb feeling. This time, she had to numb me closer to the front of my face because of where my teeth were needing fillings, well I couldn't feel my left eye!
She asked me if I was winking at her, and I responded with, "Um, no. I'm not winking at you. I can't feel my eye!!" She laughed and assured me that it would go away. Just kinda freaked me out as it's never happened before!
She's doing her thing, and I feel her constantly putting gauze on my lower lip. I am so numb that I assume I'm drooling a lot which is kind of embarrassing. She proceeds to tell me that she accidentally caught my lip with the drill and it was bleeding pretty bad.
After I'm all finished up and they take all of the damn tools out of my mouth, I ask to see my lip in a mirror. Hell, it may be split in half for all I know - I can't feel a thing! Luckily, it's just a crack, like severely chapped lips. However, she put medicine on it which caused it to clot and I was instructed not to pick at it.
So, I walked around the rest of the day with a huge spot of dried blood on my lip. Sexy, right?!
Needless to say, I couldn't finish my afternoon at work. It was deep work, and I was hurting. I went home and slept until it was time for class. Since all I had was 2 slim fasts yesterday, I thought for sure I'd be skinnier today, but no such luck! :-/
All I have to say is thank God for Vicodin. ;)