User 1019
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I'm not going to sugarcoat it, folks. I had a rough summer. I went in to hot LZs to pick up patients and never ****ing flinched. Bullets, RPGs, mortars, rockets, you name it.
But when I sat in the dentist's chair this afternoon to get a cavity filled, I broke into an all-out sweat. At one point, I had to ask the dentist -- who happened to look like he was about 12 -- to stop and hand me a paper towel to wipe the sweat.
Here's how it went down.
He sticks the little Q-tip with the topical anesthetic between my cheek and gum. After a short wait, he gives me the first shot. No problem. After about five minutes, or so, he starts drilling. I feel it. A burning sensation. OK, another shot. Not a huge deal. After a short wait, he drills again. I feel it. Again.
This went on four more times. Each time, his shots were in places that were harder to get to (like, between my teeth and between the tooth and gum) and he had to use more pressure to get the needle into the bone. I could tell, both by the pressure he was applying to my jaw and how much his thumb was shaking as it was closing in on the syringe, that he was white-knuckling this whole process. I can't imagine how sore my gums are going to be tomorrow.
I was so afraid his hand was going to slip and I'd wind up with a needle in my throat that I would clinch my body, raise my back, clutch my hands, close my eyes and break out in a sweat. And I'm not talking about a little sweat, here. My clothes were still wet when I got home.
He used so much medicine that my ear is numb.
I felt like such a weenie. I kept putting the brakes on the process and causing everyone to have to wait around for the last shot to take effect.
Now, I know no one likes the dentist. But, should I have reacted the way I did?
Anyone else react the same way?
But when I sat in the dentist's chair this afternoon to get a cavity filled, I broke into an all-out sweat. At one point, I had to ask the dentist -- who happened to look like he was about 12 -- to stop and hand me a paper towel to wipe the sweat.
Here's how it went down.
He sticks the little Q-tip with the topical anesthetic between my cheek and gum. After a short wait, he gives me the first shot. No problem. After about five minutes, or so, he starts drilling. I feel it. A burning sensation. OK, another shot. Not a huge deal. After a short wait, he drills again. I feel it. Again.
This went on four more times. Each time, his shots were in places that were harder to get to (like, between my teeth and between the tooth and gum) and he had to use more pressure to get the needle into the bone. I could tell, both by the pressure he was applying to my jaw and how much his thumb was shaking as it was closing in on the syringe, that he was white-knuckling this whole process. I can't imagine how sore my gums are going to be tomorrow.
I was so afraid his hand was going to slip and I'd wind up with a needle in my throat that I would clinch my body, raise my back, clutch my hands, close my eyes and break out in a sweat. And I'm not talking about a little sweat, here. My clothes were still wet when I got home.
He used so much medicine that my ear is numb.
I felt like such a weenie. I kept putting the brakes on the process and causing everyone to have to wait around for the last shot to take effect.
Now, I know no one likes the dentist. But, should I have reacted the way I did?
Anyone else react the same way?