I am so thankful for my husband, and for all my praying friends!
As you may, or may not, remember from this post, I have a major problem at the dentist office. MAJOR...Anyhow today is the second appointment for this *&%$@# root canal.
Yesterday, the phone rang and when I looked at caller I.D. which is not always a blessing, it was his name....the dreaded dentist! Reminding me, as if I could forget, that today is my appointment.
I told the receptionist that they might want to clear out the lobby while I was there so that the other patients don't get scared away.
Now this time, the dentist wisely (I hope) provided me with the same medication they give children. In order to take that medication, my husband has to leave a meeting early, come get me and stay with me while I'm there
being tortured. My husband is the greatest and really, as my friend calls him, the super hero, but he is a little irritated that I am such a huge baby not able to handle this by myself.
As I explained in the other dentist post, I'm not afraid of the actual procedure...nor the needles.....no it is so much deeper than that, as in buried deep in my
demented mind. I am extremely claustrophobic and can't stand anything being in my mouth in such a way that I can't close my mouth. I know that's weird, did I ever say I'm not weird!? My throat begins to close and I have to start clearing my throat, I can't swallow, Oh, or breathe, just in case I forgot to mention that.
Now I have tried to just be a big girl and go in there unarmed and have any procedure done. O.K. I can have my teeth cleaned with no problem. Maybe just a little problem. It just doesn't work. I've prayed through the procedure, which does help. I've tried to put myself in some other place in my mind....like floating on a float in the water, or laying on the beach. Unfortunately, it doesn't work, because I'm too smart to believe the lies I'm trying to tell myself! Please don't confuse that with my actually being really smart!
So, to be on the safe side, I called my
doctorpsychiatrist to ask her opinion on this medication. Yes, I have a psychiatrist, if you don't have one, don't knock it....I was able to accept that I have anxiety issues and let someone help me.......also I can tell her anything and by law, she's not allowed to tell anyone. :) Now you're wondering if I have deep dark secrets aren't you??? I'll just let your imagination run wild with that one. Besides, anyone who has children needs a psychiatrist. Trust me on this!
So, if you read this before 1 pm today and think about it, please offer up a little prayer for me that I'll be calm. Of course, I may be unconscious.
Oh, yea, that's what I meant to tell you. My psychiatrist said this particular medication was originally prescribed for sleep, but that the problem with it was people would take the pill, start to brush their teeth and literally collapse asleep. It is also supposed to have the effect of making you forget. Well, wouldn't that be nice???
The only thing is, just like my mama, medications sometimes react differently with me...like it could possibly just not do anything. Oh, dear, something else to be anxious about.
You know how in the Bible, Paul says that sometimes we suffer so we can be sympathetic to others who suffer? 2 Corinthians 1:4. If you have any problems with anxiety, I'm your girl!