Painful memories

When I was about 5 or 6 years old one of my ittibitty molars had to be removed by the dentist to not impact a new molar breaking through. I was - naturally - terrified of the thought of the dentist jerking out my tooth with a pair of pliers and during the first visit absolutely refused to open my mouth. We had to return the next day for another try and rather than quickly drugging up this resolved kindergarten  kid this neolithic dentist forced me into the chair and held me down,all the while yelling at me.

Fast forward 30 years.

Every time I sit down in a dentist's chair I turn into a terrified 5 year old in fight or flight mode *sigh* A high pain tolerance isn't really helping either so by the time I know I cannot avoid going to the dentist any longer (I so wish we were like sharks in that regard) I'm in for bigger trouble than necessary.

Intellectually, I know all of that. I just cannot closet that 5 year old. Thanks to a very very nice and understanding dentist who radiated calmness I actually enjoyed yesterday's root canal. No, I'm not kidding. Hubby was delighted and very relieved to see me in such a great mood after leaving the office. I did take a Zanax beforehand and I received gas but frankly, I do not think I felt either, really. I was fully aware of everything that was going on and occasionally noticed that I should relax my shoulders or my back into the chair. None of that promised dizziness and drunkeness. You'd think that a body that doesn't get anything but a double dose of Ibuprofen during a migraine attack would react happily to  so many drugs at once but noooo, not my body. Meh.

Anyhow, it went well, my head is still attached and while it's a little tender all I've needed for now was a single Ibuprofen rather than the K.O. hammer Vicodine he prescribed - just in case. 

"Dieses war der erste Streich, und der zweite folgt sogleich!"