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ariinya
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- Bakersfield, CA
So, from the last time I saw the dentist (6 months ago) it was reported that I had a cavity. Still have it, because we could never find a time to get it taken care of. Now, tomorrow, we're going BACK for the seasonal checkup, and I'm so afraid my hands are shaking as I write this (lots of correcting going on). Six months ago, my dad TRIED to make me get the cavity taken care of right then and there. If I hadn't found the magic of laughing gas during an emergency trip to ANOTHER dentist (ours was closed) I would have been forced to acquiesce.
My dentist doesn't use the gas, but he knows another nearby who does. That appointment just never got made. I think my dad was REALLY pissed that I wouldn't just allow my regular dentist to see to the cavity then and there. My dad doesn't seem to have any fears at all. When I was little and deathly afraid of lightning and thunder, he would imitate it. Now, he imitates the sound of the drill, which frightens me much more.
The last time I tried to get a cavity taken care of by my normal dentist (who is a wonderful, WONDERFUL guy who really cares about us), my adrenaline kept burning off the shots he gave me. I was past six shots, and I could still feel it. He got mostly through when the last shot stopped working. He said we were close to being done, and could he just continue? I said yes... and boy, have I ever regretted it since. The ONLY thing that hurts more than getting a tooth drilled without anesthetic is a really bad migraine.
I don't know what to do... we're going Monday, and I probably have more cavities. My dad is going to keep insisting that I just get them done, but I'm so scared. I get panic attacks anyway, so this naturally triggers one. My heart races, I hyperventilate, my palms get sweaty, and I start to cry; none of which softens my dad. He tells me to stop acting like an idiot.
I miss my mom... she died two years ago, and she UNDERSTOOD me so well. And that laughing gas (sorry, I don't know the technical name for it) works REALLY well. It relaxes me and allows the shot to work like it should. I'm getting so scared for tomorrow. I know what to expect from my dad - absolutely nothing. How do I make him understand my fears?
My dentist doesn't use the gas, but he knows another nearby who does. That appointment just never got made. I think my dad was REALLY pissed that I wouldn't just allow my regular dentist to see to the cavity then and there. My dad doesn't seem to have any fears at all. When I was little and deathly afraid of lightning and thunder, he would imitate it. Now, he imitates the sound of the drill, which frightens me much more.
The last time I tried to get a cavity taken care of by my normal dentist (who is a wonderful, WONDERFUL guy who really cares about us), my adrenaline kept burning off the shots he gave me. I was past six shots, and I could still feel it. He got mostly through when the last shot stopped working. He said we were close to being done, and could he just continue? I said yes... and boy, have I ever regretted it since. The ONLY thing that hurts more than getting a tooth drilled without anesthetic is a really bad migraine.
I don't know what to do... we're going Monday, and I probably have more cavities. My dad is going to keep insisting that I just get them done, but I'm so scared. I get panic attacks anyway, so this naturally triggers one. My heart races, I hyperventilate, my palms get sweaty, and I start to cry; none of which softens my dad. He tells me to stop acting like an idiot.
I miss my mom... she died two years ago, and she UNDERSTOOD me so well. And that laughing gas (sorry, I don't know the technical name for it) works REALLY well. It relaxes me and allows the shot to work like it should. I'm getting so scared for tomorrow. I know what to expect from my dad - absolutely nothing. How do I make him understand my fears?