2012 is a year for overcoming one phobia. Dentists. Nothing bad happened in the chair. I think it stems from my father putting things in places they don’t belong on a child.
It’s taken me almost 20 years to do this. I got nice drugs from Dr. P. I was almost crying in his office yesterday. Actually I was nearly in panic mode, but I tried my best to hide it. No IVs for me just to get a dose of Valium. He gave me Propropanolol. It’s a BP med, but helps anxiety.
Most places open at 9. I showed up at 9. He didn’t open until 10. At least the door was open. I basically sat there crying silently for an hour.
But I made it through. I’m having a dead tooth pulled next week and a temporary crown put on. Then I’ll get a bridge for the four front teeth to get ride of the gaps. I have the option of IV sedation, but given nurses’ success in inserting IVs lately, I think I’ll pass. And he said if it was his wife, he would still recommend the local. Good drugs Dr. P. I’m going to need them.
I feel a huge sense of relief. I’m still very anxious about going next week, but I think it’ll be easier to step in the door. And I know it’s OK to cry. Some doctors get all upset. This guy (missed his name) just tried to talk me down from the ledge.
Part of it is feeling trapped. Being in the chair is vulnerable. You’re on your back, the table is over you. Some guy has hands in your mouth.
But I did it. And I have a feeling I’m going to need constant reminding of that.