I was far more fearful of the medication they would use to numb me than I was of the pain. And then, of course, I was fearful of the composite they used for the filling. Because, again, I'm a loon.
The good news is that it went fine. I didn't freak out [much] [hardly at all] [honest], although I did have images of Marathon Man in my head:
|Astonishingly similar. Except my hair is longer. And I'm a woman. But otherwise, exactly the same.|
- I can work myself into a fine frenzy of panic.
- Getting up at 3 FUCKING A.M. IN THE GODDAMN MORNING does not help matters.
- My dentist also does not use numbing when he gets fillings, because it doesn't work on him.
- He has gold fillings.
- He is NOT Flavor Flav
|But how awesome would he be as a dentist? SO AWESOME! Right? I wonder if Chuck D would be there, too. I would be at the dentist EVERY DAY if that were the case.|
- I am afraid to swallow my saliva when it's been tainted by dental stuff.
- So I drove home with a mouth increasingly full of spit. While trying to talk to the husband so I wouldn't freak out.
- I was almost tempted to do the disgusting spit outside your car door while at a stop light, but I did not, because 1. THAT'S FUCKING DISGUSTING, and 2. There was a cop next to me almost the whole way home.
- Also, an Alfred Hitchcockian swarm of birds sailed over my car and several of them shat on my windshield. I guess that's a sign that I'll be getting a carwash tomorrow.
- And finally, I had a GIANT FUCKING CHIN HAIR poking out of my chin. Which is at the bottom of my mouth. Which is where the dentist and hygienist had their attention focused for about 30 minutes. Yeah. CHIN HAIR.
What did you do?
Oh, I was also at work yesterday. Here's a little something about the workplace for your reading enjoyment over at Secret Society of List Addicts. Ah, co-workers. Who doesn't love you?