I’m sure I say this over and over again each and every time I have to go to the dentist for a cleaning. Today though, it wasn’t a cleaning, it was time to replace an old cavity. Needless to say, it’s the driling that kind of scares me to death.
You see, when I was a little kid, we had a horrible, horrible dentist. Anytime he worked on my teeth, he never gave me enough Novocain. Needless to say, I could feel the drilling. ALL the drilling. I’d cry. I’d scream and he would tell my grandmother that I was just being a brat that there’s no way I could feel anything. For the record, he was wrong.
So now as an adult, I have a bit of a complex. I don’t avoid the dentist. I do go to my regularly schedule appointments and I sit through whatever horrible things they plan to do to me (mostly cleanings – horrifying, I know). But…and here it is…I kind of freak out a bit. I hold my breath, I tense up, I white knuckle the arms of the chair and my eyes will uncontrollably tear (like with cutting onions – not quite crying).
My dentist and his team though, they’re great. They have it in their file that I want more Novocaine that I’d ever actually need (they oblige) and that they need to do things one step at a time so I can take breathing breaks all the while walking me through the entire process.
It’s funny though. As an adult I know it’s a silly fear. I know that I’m no longer a child and whatever dentist I go to will listen to me and work with me. I know it won’t hurt and even if I did, they’d immediately stop whatever they were doing and fix it. It’s just one of those silly things we worry about leftover from childhood.
I guess that’s why no matter how many times my husband or friends suggest I switch to getting gas prior to treatment I won’t (and they’ve offered at my current office). That just seems like such an extreme when I know deep down that all will be well. I’ll just stick to taking a Xanax prior to going – LOL. And well, in the end, I just know that I’m not the biggest fan of dentists in general, but I love my dentist and would recommend him to anyone looking for a dentist.
So how ’bout you…any fear of the dentist? What about some other fear left over from childhood?