OK so I survived another round of cleaning - just.
This time round it was the back teeth that were cleaned and it was every bit as tough as I thought it would be.
I arrived far too early (40 minutes too early) so I walked about the block for a bit but eventually had to give that up as it was way too cold and I was starting to badly need the bathroom (the combined effect of cold weather and an ageing bladder) so I went in with 20 mins to go to my appointment time. I had just got myself settled for the wait when the dental nurse came through to get me, we exchanged pleasantries about the Christmas break etc and I got prepped.
It was ok at first but then at one point the chair went back without warning, my anxiety levels went through the ceiling and I started shaking pretty badly, the Dentist was very reassuring which helped but it was a struggle to hold off the feeling of panic.
The initial cleaning was ok, no pain at and I wasn't as anxious as I have been before about the fact I was lying quite far back and that my personal space was being invaded. Then the scraper came out and as expected I didn't get on too well with it. I didn't feel any pain but the sound of metal on my teeth brought back horrible memories of the attack, thankfully it wasn't used for long so I didn't go into full on meltdown mode.
I have to go back over the course of 3 appointments for the rest of the cleaning which I am actually ok with as they will be shorter appointments and that is a relief as I don't think I could cope lying that far back for longer than I did.
The really good news is there's been no problems since I was last there and I can already feel and see the difference in the teeth that were worked on today - I now need to make sure they stay clean and get the rest done.
Totally shattered now, it really took a lot out of me today - more so than when I had a filling done which seems bizarre as I thought I was getting a good bit better at this.