Hi Utopia:
2 mg of xanax could knock out a horse.
I have severe dental phobia. have had it for years. Found the right dentist and went to treatment. The day I had to have my teeth cleaned, (I had never had it done without being asleep or completely numb from the wand). I was told that this was a general cleaning, that I had kept my teeth in such excellent condition all I needed was a general cleaning and the hygeniest would do it.
I didn't know what to expect so of course I obsessed over it and was very anxious.
Because of my dental anxieties and other stuff going on in my life (my 24 year old has been lost to us), well, life throws stuff at you sometimes and you have to cope.
I can cope fine during the day. Throw anything at me and I'll cope but to sleep at night (well, especially when you know you are going to the dentist, well forget about sleeping. The mind does terrible things to you. You just can't stop obsessing. What will happen? Will it hurt, will I be numb from the topical gel? you think and you think and you think.
so my doctor prescribed xanax as a calming agent for me to sleep (over one year ago).
Because of my anxieties over my son, (and this was way before my dental appointment), if I wanted to sleep at night, I would take 1 mg of Xanax. My pills were 0.5 each so I would take one and one half pill. In about 20 minutes, my eyes would get droopy and I would sleep until the next morning. Then because I did nto want to become addicted to xanax, i stopped and he gave me lunesta. It did absolutely nothing. I would take the lunesta, be wide awake and one hour later, take a xanax and I would be off to beddy bye land. so i completely stopped the lunesta. Only took the xanax (and only to sleep), never during the day.
so one day I crack my tooth and knew I had to go to the dentist. No pain but my doctor said to me "you are diabetic, you must see a dentist on a regular basis.". I practially defecated in my underwear at the thought. That's when I went on the internet, found my phobia guy in my city, did e-mails with him, he was very compassionate and I made an appointment.
I took one 0.5 pill 30 minutes before the appointment. It didn't do anything for me, but his demeanor made all the difference. I was a nervous wreck in the office. The staff and the doctor made all the difference, NOT THE XANAX.
So he does the work, and i made another appointment for two weeks to get my permanent crowns and the cleaning. To say I was obsessed over the cleaning was putting it mildly. I was numb for the crowns but that was one small area of my mouth. What about the rest of it.
I took one and half of the xanax. The same i took for bedtime. The same dosage that makes my eyes close in 20 minutes.
Well, you should have seen me in the chair when she put the topical gel on for the cleaning. I kept saying "don't hurt me, don't hurt me" and she kept calming saying "you'll be fine, you'll be fine". And I blurted out "can you believe that I am this way and I'm on xanax?" She laughed. By the way, SHE' DIDN'T HURT ME.!!!
Now, this is what I think happens when you have dental anxiety. your heart starts to pump. The adrenalin in your body starts to pump, you start to think, and to think and to obsess and you need more than xanax to make you relaxed. I have no idea what dosage I would have needed but in my case AND I STRESS THIS, in my case, it was the caring, compassion, and understanding of the whole staff in that office that made me calm. NOT ANY XANAX that I was on.
I only need it now to sleep on very rare ocassions. Why? I have no idea. I have been able to detach from my son, so I don't have constant thoughts at night. I completed my dental treatment so I don't have that to worry about. so I just go to sleep.
Oh, and I would like your opinion (anybody who cares to share their comments would be most welcome). I really need some input here.
this is off topic but I need your input.
I have been friends for 45 years with this woman. We were each other's maid of honor at our weddings. I have helped her family find dentists (who come to the house) for their elderly mother, I have come to their home (at their request) to secure an HMO for a retarded family member). I have given them my son's brand new mattress (after he left home) for one of their family members. And I go there every thursday to help her play grandma, help her around her house and just believe that we have a friendship for 45 years.
the whole family calls me Auntie Mel.
Three months ago, knowing that my house is being sold and I might be left without an apartment, we talked about my moving into her mom's basement apartment. My friend owns her mom's house as well as her own. the basement apartment would be perfect for me and my husband. I asked her to check with her two sisters who own the mom's house along with her and she did so and said to me "melody, everything is set, they said "no problem". I'll even buy you a new oven because that one is old". i was thrilled. I was not going to be homeless, I would be near my friends, I would be living underneath her mom's apartment so I could look in on the woman (she's 88). We finalized the deal and she said "it's yours". I started to cry and said "after losing my son, I was so scared to death of being homeless, thank you, I now can have a future and I can breath". The rent would be half of what I'm paying now.
so I told her i would go there once a week to paint, clean up and get it ready. There was no rush because it's unoccupied and I could take my time. It was a done deal.
So one night we are on the phone and I tell her to turn around and tell the family that me and my husband are moving into Grandma's basement apartment. Her oldest son who lives on the top floor of grandma says to me "auntie mel, that's cool" I asked "you have no problem with your old Auntie mel living in the basement, right" and he said "not at all". I asked him out of courtesy. then I hear my friend say "who wants the apartment?" it seems that her other son just broke up with his girlfriend. He got dumped. He lives in a nice apartment but it's two blocks from where his girfriend lives and he doesn't want to walk past her house. My friend is on the phone and there is a dead silence and I hear her say "melody, I don't know what to say to you". I said "what is there to say, you gave me the apartment, he already has an apartment. He has a full time job. He's 30 years old. My husband and I are on social security and we'll be on the street', what else is there to say. I expected her to say to her family "someone should have run this by me two months ago, Auntie Mel and Uncle Alan needs the apartment and more importantly, I've given it to them. THIS WAS NOT SAID.
She said nothing. I told her 'I'll be there on thursday, (you see they asked me to be there to speak to the HMO people on behalf of the retarded family member). so I showed up, for two hours asked all questions to the HMO guy, everything was done, my friend turned to me and said "thank you so much I could have never done this without you". then said nothing else. NOTHING. No mention of the apartment. i said nothing also.
then she calls me on the phone and I said "I have to be honest with you, you did not do right by me, do you have any idea what you did? she said "yes", I said "you just can't say no to your children can you?" she quietly said "no". I then said "do you want me to come over thursday and we'll talk about this?" and she said "oh please". It was right before Easter so I brought a little chocolate bunny for her grandchild. I got there and for the whole day, she mentioned nothing. Absolutely nothing. At 4:30 pm. I just left. She calls me the next day and invites me to a luncheon. i politely declined (she has completely clueless what she had done to me and to my husband) all because her 30 year old son can't walk past his ex's house. Give me a break. I may be on the streets because her son can't walk past his ex's house????
She then went to a mutual friend we have, told her what happened and said "what can I do, he's my son". the friend (who I told the whole story to is keeping out of it, she has stage 3 cancer and has her own problems).
the reason I am telling you this story is because I want your input. I know how I feel about this. I believe in my heart of hearts that she made a really bad call. She had given me the apartment and in one second it was snatched and given to her son who already has an apartment.
I do apologize for going off topic but the stress that this put upon me and my husband is putting it mildly. We might have to go into a shelter.
Can you imagine a best friend doing this to someone?
melody