Good and Bad
I took my anxiety med before I went, so I was a little relaxed. The dentist was very nice. Dr H had suggested that I tell him I have some fear of dental procedures, so I did. Of course, he thought my fear was all about pain.
That was fine with me. I didn't have to go into detail about my fears or feelings.
He actually didn't get too close to me for most of my visit, which was fine with me. The times he was close, and the times he looked inside my mouth, and stuck the little mirror in to look at my teeth--those times were excrutiating for me. I sat there with my coat on, zipped up, probably looking like I was ready to bolt.
The other problem I had was that the back of the chair was facing the door. So every time he came into the room, he actually came up behind me. That made me very uncomfortable, because I have a huge problem with people approaching me from behind.
Anyway, I made it through in one piece. I have had to take more meds this evening, and I've been having some horrible memories. So, I've been trying to distract my mind from them.
Turns out, I need major dental work done, and I have a couple of choices as to what I will have done. The good part about the whole thing is that, whatever I choose to have done, I will be knocked out for. Sleeping through it all will be a godsend.
Dr H will say I should be proud of myself for going and getting through it. I'm trying to look at it that way.