I went to the dentist this morning to have a tiny filling and for the first time since my late twenties I had it done without sedation. I know, pathetic isn’t it, with all the drama that has gone on around the world in that time, I’m thinking starving children mainly, little old me can’t face a drill without losing the plot?
Everyone I know who hates going to the dentist seems to bear it, they just go in there and bear it and I have never understood how they do it! I can only visualise myself running breathlessly across a bridge, in a bitter wind, away from the enemy, half naked and with gapingly painful holes in my two front teeth!
Going to the dentist scares the absolute living crap out of me and it seems that I am quite alone in my obsessive quest for total knock out juice to get me through any minor ops. Maybe I was just too damned rich all those years ago to attempt doing it any other way, because believe me it is a stupidly expensive way to carry on.In my hey day as a patient without sedation I have been known to cry/howl, beg for mercy, wave my legs around and squeeze the assistant’s hands so ferociously I’ll bet they wished they’d done taxidermy instead of dentistry but not today…no today was the begininning of a new era for me. No more £200+ for the sedation, no more husband collecting wobbly old me with a cup of warm tomato soup and although I may well put my foot down if it comes to root canal treatment or a tooth removal, I can honestly say that at present I believe I am near cured.
I took advice from my incredible, kind and delightfully funny dentist, she advised me to take an ibuprofen and one Kalms tablet half an hour before my appointment, on arrival I asked them to turn the music up unreasonably loudly, added a few of my own “it can’t be worse than singing with Dollar” zoning out skills to the mix and voila, it was over in a flash and now I am celebrating with a gia-enormous mars bar!!!
Ellie xxx