How shall I even begin?
I went to the dentist again yesterday to do the next part of my procedures. Enough said with that alone. But alas, I shall try to continue.
Remember how they embarrassed me last time by writing down my blood pressure instead of saying it? Well, this was worse. I have always had the nice laughing gas. I was thoroughly looking forward to having the gas and being in La La land whilst they worked. I asked for the gas and my dentist looks at me with the whole “are you kidding?” look on her face.
The face said the following: You pussy! You can’t be serious! This isn’t even that bad!
What she actually said: This is just aesthetic work.
Apparently in these modern times you only get the gas for “serious” stuff. But this a decade ago WAS considered “serious” stuff. Forgive me for missing the memo.
Grr! Yeah, maybe that aesthetic thing is true. But you are sawing down my teeth to a nub and added crowns. I have done enough of these to know that it is massively unpleasant. And I don’t need YOU telling me to toughen up (even though she didn’t say that, I know that is what she meant).
So she brings the chair downward and gives me the numbing gel to prepare for the shots. I take a few deep breaths to calm down. She then says, “Are you okay, because you are hyperventilating.”
NO! I am trying to take a few deep breaths to prepare! I have been in a catastrophic accident where I was hyperventilating. I bloody well KNOW what hyperventilating feels like. And that was NOT hyperventilating. I was so insulted. Apparently I couldn’t take a deep breath without being seen as a pussy.
They started calling me a “rockstar” after that and telling me that I was “doing so good.” Too late. The damage was done. And I don’t need a compliment for my ability to stay still with multiple fingers in my mouth for four hours straight. For some reason, I found the compliments even more irritating.
So four and a half hours later, I am about done. Reaching the breaking point and I am ready to tell them that I am through for the day. They feel the same and stop. I came home to eat some yummy butternut squash and take the pain pill. I thought it would be a rough night, but I slept like a rock. Thank god.
I have only temporaries in my mouth right now and they look pretty, but I can’t smile. I am still swollen. Still a bit numb, and my gums are an absolute fucking mess. This was not the worst of dental procedures I have had to do, but it was not a walk in the park. But I do think that the anticipation is the worst part.
But I just hate it when people who have not had a lot of work done themselves or have had one or two things act like I am a wimp about these kinds of things. If you had the amount of work that I did growing up, you wouldn’t laugh. I have a right to get nervous because I KNOW what is coming.