Ah, the new year has not been kind to me thus far. After a series of toothaches, and a marriage, I’ve finally manned up and gone to the dentist. My first attempt was a step forward but not what I had hoped it would be. Only 5 x-rays were usable and the dentist decided it would be better if I went to another dentist that specialized in sedation dentistry. The place he recommended did not fully cover the costs of my treatment so we had to cancel that appointment and make another on the same day at a place recommended to us by Jason’s cousin.
At this place, I wasn’t really nervous at all. I took my Ativan before I arrived but it didn’t kick in until a bit later. I’ve decided to take it a lot earlier this next time so that as soon as we get in, I can be treated. The treatment this time around? Eek, a root canal. As somebody who has NEVER experienced one but only heard terrible things, I’m understandably nervous. However, we’ve moved forward a lot since the days where the root canal was the most dreaded thing so I am hoping very much that it will be–if not pleasant–a tolerable experience to get through something I really need.
If this experience is a positive one, I know that my dental fears, while not conquered, will be much easier to deal with in the future. We are talking a night and day difference here. I used to sob and shake when I so much as walked through the door to a dentist and even talking about them would break me out in a cold sweat. So far, those negative feelings are beginning to ebb. Beginning. But I don’t think I’ll ever see the day where I’m EXCITED to have dental work done. I’ll just be glad if it doesn’t fill me with a sick sense of dread when it’s so much as brought up.
So tomorrow I will experience my very first root canal. Here’s to hoping that with Ativan and possibly a little help from nitrous oxide, I can make it through the experience intact and feeling positive about dental work in general.