I had to go to the dentist last night. One of my teeth had chipped and then, with Easter indulgences, started to pain. I rang yesterday morning and got a same day appointment for after work. Score. Then I was so pleased to get it dealt with straightaway it took me until mid-afternoon for the nerves to kick in.
See, I am terrfied of the dentist. Absolutely, pants poopingly terrified. I spent all afternoon imaging horrible scenarios and outcomes. I could almost feel the icky feeling you get when the needle wears off. By the time I left work, I was a mess.
Here's the thing - my dentist is actually really good and it didn't hurt at all. I did have a sore shoulder afterwards from gripping the chair so tightly but the dental work itself went well.
I had some pretty horrific experiences with school dental nurses as a kid including being ignored when I told them the tooth they were drilling wasn't dead. That's some deep seated dental trauma right there.
So my goal is -- well to not go to the dentist again -- but if I do, to learn to relax. Also, to hunt down those sadist dental nurses and get payback!