3 Hours

I spent three hours today in the dentist’s chair, three hours of pain and feeling like I wanted to jump out of the chair. I’m not good at the dentist. So imagine me sitting there with two people over me, drills, tubes and I don’t know what else (I kept my eyes closed) in my mouth. It was priceless.

I was so tense that my shoulders and neck hurt. I love it when the dentist and the assistant talk to each other about normal everyday things while you’re sitting there with your mouth wide open and in pain. I felt like telling them, “Hello, I’m here, remember me!”

When I first got in the room I told the assistant that I get panic attacks from the impressions they do. I asked her to please warn me before they stick that mold in my mouth and to please stay in the room with me.

She forgot to warn me the first time. The third time (which was the worst one, the full mouth one) someone asked her a question and she walked out of the room. So I had a panic attack where I was hyperventalating through my nose, kicking my feet, sweating, pounding my fists on the chair and just about to jump out of the chair and run after her when she returned to ask me if I was OK. OK? Umm, what does it look like?

I almost forgot something very important. When I was told all they were going to do today (it was kinda messed up about what I would decide until I could have the dentist explain all my options) I said that I needed to take my Mestinon in two hours. But that was forgotten until I couldn’t keep my mouth open any longer. The dentist had to put in one of those mouth open things. Then he realized he’d better get a move on.

So one bonding, and two temporary crowns later. I’m alive, barely.