scared to death.
i’m sure this fear carries into other realms of medicine — but for now — i stand, petrified, on the threshold of dentistry. this fact embarrasses my dental assistant mother. she would bring home books filled with orthodontia horrors. she was wowed. even impressed. i avoided the explanations and details. to her credit, we had the best brushed teeth around. i didn’t have a cavity until i returned from a semester abroad in mexico (i blamed it on all the limes i learned to consume). i never had braces but my mom did implement a form of self-bracing, i was to push on my tooth which was askew while i watched cartoons.
today my all time woosiness was unleashed. it actually started last night around 11pm. i couldn’t sleep. i woke up every hour. i had awful dreams. and finally, at 8:30 this morning, i was sitting in a reclined chair, staring at a fluorescent light, wearing sunglasses. tears snuck out from behind the sunglasses. the kind hygienist asked if she was hurting me. no, i am just a wimp. i hate the pressure, the sound, the smell. i hate it all. she took my blood pressure three different times trying to get the 146/92 down to my normal numbers.
she gently whispered to the dentist as he entered, “she has high anxiety.” he carefully explained that i had one small cavity. he then wrote me a prescription. so i’ll be taking a dose of xanax before my appointment next thursday. according to this review, i may be better off just crying in the chair.
**the dentist does not have nitrous oxide. and yes, that stuff is fantastic!