Dudes, I am having root canal in two weeks. The endodontist gave me the bad news, said "Teeth are a mystery," and then prescribed some Valium because I am not the most pleasant person on earth when people are jamming sharp things in my mouth.
I can't help it. I'm not the most relaxed person as it is; when you lie me down and ask me to open my trap for an hour or two so things can be put in there and then taken out of there, I get a little tense.
I've tried meditation but the monkeys in my brain keep fixating on the sounds of the drill and all that. Xanax works, but you know, X works a little too
well. It's too tempting. And I've tried laughing gas. You know what it makes me do? Burst into tears, and then want to get naked and run around. It simultaneously ratchets up my anxiety. Laughing gas, my ass.
But I'm not the only one in the family to have that reaction - Mom can't do laughing gas, either, and when we were in high school, my brother went to the dentist four successive times in one month to try to have his teeth cleaned, and each time they tried, he flipped out on the table and they had to spring him. I don't know that he's seen a dentist since.
Root canal. Man. I should just go ahead and close comments on this post right now.