I remember getting silver teeth jammed into my head, the dental anesthesia not working and what I assume to be dental assistants holding me down until the process was completed. Of course I hated the dentist after that, I assumed each visit would result in pain. As a result of that lasting memory, each dental visit would be highly stressful for all involved. I would cry and experience anxiety during something as simple as a cleaning. The dentist even prescribed me Valium for every visit; of course, it didn’t work. My nerves were more powerful than the meds.
Fast forward a few years or so ago and I have built a great relationship with my dentist and his staff. I’m one of their testimonies and their favorite patient. What an honor bestowed on me…
Any way, these were my thoughts during yesterday’s checkup:
- What do you mean my dentist is going into retirement?! YOU KNOW I HAVE TRUST ISSUES!
- Why do those tools always look so dangerous?
- “Your teeth look great, you’re doing well with your dental hygiene.” *Me in my head because my mouth is wide open* “Of course they do.”
- Why is she talking to me when she knows I can’t answer properly? *nahshdhdhdakshdhrn*
- This chair goes back too far, I wonder if they can see my boobies?
- Did the dentist brush his teeth before checking me about my teeth? Did he floss after lunch?!
- Another new toothbrush to add to my collection! SCORE!
- Another appointment by myself. You’re such a big girl Ashlee! Gold star!
- *Smiles in car mirror*
- See you in 6 months, suckas!
- Ok enough of this crap, where can I get candy? I deserve it.