Today, I can definitely scratch that one thing off my list. That’s right ladies and gentlemen, I did it.
Crack the champagne, start the parade! Today, I am feeling like fother mucking champion.
What did I do, you ask? Bungee jumping? No. Sky diving? No. Tarantula petting? Hell no.
Today, I went to the dentist… without being sedated! No for real, I’m being dead serious. Oh shoot… You don’t think that’s a big deal do you.
If you’ve never had a true phobia I get it, you think I am being melodramatic but the fear is real people, the fear is very real. The truth is, being petrified of going to the dentist (yes, even just a regular old cleaning and check up) is embarrassing and really, incredibly difficult to get under control.
I tell my brain, “Brain, you just calm yourself right down, everything is going to be fine.”
But my brain is all like, “We need to get the fuck out of here!! Immediately!! Put those walking sticks of yours on the ground and don’t stop moving them until we hit that sweet, sweet pavement. Heart rate, yeah I’m talking to you – full steam ahead. Sweat glands – release! Muscles – clench damn it, clench! Gag reflex – level 10, this is not a joke.”
And that’s just in the waiting room!
My fear and panic also turns me into a bit of a b-i-t-c-h. When I was a kid, I caught a glimpse of my dental chart and it specifically said I was “difficult.” I can only imagine what it says now.
The worst part about being afraid of the dentist is that when people hear you are afraid of the dentist, they feel the need to tell you about their absolute most horrific dental experience. This DOES NOT help friends! Just the thought of root canals, crowns, cracked teeth, drilling, freezing, scraping, ajkshgkjhwdkjhsjkfns gives me the heebie jeebies.
I digress… today I faced my fear and went to the dentist armed only with some sweet jams and my headphones, and I survived! The moral of the story: I’m feeling like a champion and revelling in my small victory.
What are you afraid of?