I have seen my share of horrors in my life; my own; others when I worked on the ambulance and in the funeral home. I've come home covered in someone else's blood and dealt with death on numerous times. BUT.....
I have been to the dentist five times in the past month. First two were for cleaning. Third was for half my mouth to have the fillings replaced; fourth was for the other half to have my fillings replaced. (all childhood fillings btw). Each time I went I had no less than 15 pokes of that HUGE needle that feels like they're shoving up into your nose or eyeballs, in your gums and the roof of your mouth. At the end of the fourth appointment, my lower back was in spasms due to not laying back and enjoying the whole thing.
Today was the icing on the cake. Root canal. Very last molar on the upper right that has been causing my ear and sinus infections for approximately a year. First, I went to the family doc to get more antibiotics, cos the last two courses didn't work. I hate antibiotics. Got the prescription filled and didn't have time to take the bus home. I spent two hours contemplating the 'root canal'. I shook so badly, people just kinda looked at me as they walked by. An hour before my appointment I finally walked into said dentist's office and bluntly said "I'm scared shitless, and yes, I mean that - terrified." I was soothed into the waiting room and told to take my valium. I tried to read magazines and my eyes wouldn't take in the words. Another lady there told me that she knew someone who also had worked on the ambulance but couldn't stand papercuts. My jaw hit the floor - cos I can't either. Gaping wounds - hey.. fine... don't even discuss papercuts with me.
"Salem?" OH GAWD. THIS WAS IT. Because it is in the very top back of my mouth - I had fears of the clampy thing going down my throat. The anything that could go wrong sorta thing. When the assistant asked if I wanted to watch the overhead tv - my dentist answered 'YES'... lol.
Sigh. It went well. I go back in a week to get a real filling. My jaw hurts from being pried open as far as it can get - amazing how they do that. My dentist told me that she's had firefighters and construction guys come in just as terrified.
So my question is this: WHY is the dentist SO terrifying to go to? What are your horror stories or worries or hates about the whole thing? I personally didn't mind the needles, except for the abundance of them in the first four visits in a week and a half. (approx: 50 pokes of the damned thing) I thought I would instinctively kick the next person with that HUGE needle. What's the psychology behind this fear? Did we have horrible dentists as children? Does it just seem so friggin midevil?
do tell - please
Mimilly