Monday, 21 November 2016
The worst
Blewh. Been
taking two painkillers and one anti-anxiety med every a couple of hours, JUST
to prepare myself for a visit to the dentist’s office… Problem is, though the
anxiety and the pain are now … well, tolerable, manageable, I am NOT able to
cope without self-medication. Especially the anxiety part. The pills I take are
so strong I am stoned to butterflies one minute, then I pass out and sleep for
hours the next. It is so far the only thing we could think of. I am too afraid
of dentists. My last visit 12 or so years ago was too traumatic. And this guy
that we are going to, guy I tried
going to few months back, he was nice. I think. I cried for half an hour,
hiding under the chair. We didn’t get anything done. I rather had the teeth
ache. This time the tooth is broken, though, and I am not able to eat or even
swallow properly. If I thought I can wait until it fixes itself, I would. But
it isn’t working.
Of course a
million people go to dentists every day. Mine isn’t even such a big procedure,
it’s just a chipped tooth in need of patching. (I’d have had the damn thing
pulled, but I worry the adjacent two would collapse without it and this would only
make matters worse in the long run… of course with my luck, the whole damn
thing will explode and then they will NEED to pull it… Oh, fuck it, just stop.
Stop.) I am making SUCH a big deal out of it, it’s depressing everybody.
Hence the
heavy medication. Dunno. Maybe I’m just such an egomaniac that I think my teeth
can only be fixed by a master dentist with near genius level of skill. That
teeth like mine have never existed before. That nobody has ever had such
problems with them. But I’m nearing the
age my mother had all of hers removed and replaced and mine are all still
here.. (Most.)
Either way.
It’s all just in my head. Not BRAIN surgery, but ... Thank the Gods for prescription
drugs.
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