I recently broke a tooth, a molar to be exact. I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. Unfortunately it was all the sooner than I would have liked. I hate my teeth, I hate everything about them. Their shape, color, positioning. You name it, I hate it. But it wasn’t always like that. Thanks to the dumb ass dentist that scarred me for life……
I had to call the dentist to make an appointment, I couldn’t put if off. It was the comfort factor that made me do it. I wasn’t experiencing pain, but it felt odd as it was on the side of my tooth that rubs along the inner cheek.
For anyone else in the world, that would have been a piece of cake. Oh no, not for me. For me it meant taking ten or more long, slow, deep breaths. And that was just to work up the nerve to actually make the phone call to make the appointment. Then it was the trying to talk through my shaky tear-laden voice.
Husband tried to be helpful. (Although I think he thinks I am crazy, as do lots of other people.) He gave me the dentist’s website link so I could fill out my new patient forms BEFORE the appointment so I don’t have to sit in the waiting room too long. Just filing out the forms my palms were sweating and my feet turned to ice. He assured me that the dentist is a good guy and is all about painless and gentle dentistry. Ugh!
I can only IMAGINE how much a wreck I am going to be on the drive there and even worse, the time spent in the waiting room. I’m already getting a stress headache from thinking about it. Did I say Ugh?
I’m really hoping this dentist will be kind and gentle and that absolutely NO pain will be involved. I’m hoping that before he even touches me he will take a few moments to actually talk with me and allay my fears. (Can you say Valium?) I’m hoping that I don’t see the needle or feel the sting of the numbing agent. I’m hoping I don’t break out in hives or worse, start crying like a blubbering idiot. I’ve already told his scheduling secretary, so hopefully she’s marked my chart with the words “MASSIVE WIMP” all over it!
This visit to the dentist shouldn’t be a big deal you say? Well, thanks to a crappy dentist back in Philly, who I will kindly leave nameless, I have been extremely dental phobic for the last 15 years. That’s right people 15 YEARS! Completely let my dental health go because of one of the worst experiences in my life. It’s right up there on the list of sucky life happenings… probably a notch or two below the death of my daughter.
It’s AWFUL how one person’s actions that caused SO much pain and so much sickenss after treatment has held me captive and ruined part of my life and my health.
I’m hoping today all that will change. Fingers crossed, prayers being chanted incessantly. Because if I have any pain like I experienced that caused this horrendous fear, I’m kicking the dentist where the sun don’t shine!
Like the heading says…. PHOBIAS SUCK!