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Kimi
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I was supposed to go for my dentist appointment today to have my messed-up tooth sorted out, but I ended up on the floor in hysterics again..
They tried to give me Diazepam to calm it down, and it probably just emphasized the fear even more. I've never been so ashamed of myself in all my life. I've wrecked so many relationships now that I don't even deserve to have any bloody family left.
The doctor's trying to give me something else, but I don't know the name of it yet. He says it helps with his phobia of flying, but obviously I don't even see mildly parallel how a plane is similar to having a stranger forcing things down your throat and not caring about the pain you're in. I'm just at my life's end now, and I'm just praying to anything that will listen for these new drugs to just put me in a coma. If anything, at least I won't know what's happened. Tomorrow i'm going on holiday, and my shame is just ruining all the excitement for me. I feel like a prick. I should've let the dentist go ahead with that hideous pain so I wouldn't worry and cry about it ever again, but I'm just such a pathetic freak I couldn't do it...
I refused to go, before packing and being convinced I was going on my own, walking, not bringing my mother, before wanting her with me.. I ended up in a heap on the room's floor. I think the Diazepam's still messing with me, but I'm just so confused and scared that I need to scream on here to get it all out.
I'm having it next time, no matter what. And then I will never go back to a dentist again. Ever. I wish I could crawl into the success story of this forum, but I'm just a lost cause. My dentist has ruined me enough..
Well, thanks for listening to the ramble. See you all again when I get it done, unless I'm in jail for killing the dentist.
They tried to give me Diazepam to calm it down, and it probably just emphasized the fear even more. I've never been so ashamed of myself in all my life. I've wrecked so many relationships now that I don't even deserve to have any bloody family left.
The doctor's trying to give me something else, but I don't know the name of it yet. He says it helps with his phobia of flying, but obviously I don't even see mildly parallel how a plane is similar to having a stranger forcing things down your throat and not caring about the pain you're in. I'm just at my life's end now, and I'm just praying to anything that will listen for these new drugs to just put me in a coma. If anything, at least I won't know what's happened. Tomorrow i'm going on holiday, and my shame is just ruining all the excitement for me. I feel like a prick. I should've let the dentist go ahead with that hideous pain so I wouldn't worry and cry about it ever again, but I'm just such a pathetic freak I couldn't do it...
I refused to go, before packing and being convinced I was going on my own, walking, not bringing my mother, before wanting her with me.. I ended up in a heap on the room's floor. I think the Diazepam's still messing with me, but I'm just so confused and scared that I need to scream on here to get it all out.
I'm having it next time, no matter what. And then I will never go back to a dentist again. Ever. I wish I could crawl into the success story of this forum, but I'm just a lost cause. My dentist has ruined me enough..
Well, thanks for listening to the ramble. See you all again when I get it done, unless I'm in jail for killing the dentist.