You might think me dramatic when I say that I am terrified of going to the dentist, but you are looking at a girl who is scared to talk to waiters at a restaurant. Pointy things in one’s mouth in comparison is dread inducing. With that being said, I had to face my fears today and attend a dentist appointment, for my wisdom tooth pain outweighed the fear of seeing the dentist.
If you think that is pathetic, I had to have not one, but two chaperones to this usually mundane event. Having the support though, well, it helped get me there in the first place.
The waiting room was when my anxiety kicked in fully and I was watching the hands ticking on the giant clock on the wall, anticipating my turn to go beyond the automatic doors. Of course, I did not get to go in on time and so those extra minutes waiting was torture.
Finally, I was greeted by the dental nurse and was escorted to meet my doom. Okay, that is a little too dramatic, even for me. I met the dentist and got past the awkward stage of my announcing I do not speak Swedish and then I proceeded to cry and share my concerns with the strangers in front of me.
Yes, I literally burst into tears. They were very kind and listened as best they could to my mumbling mess of sentences and they did a great job of easing my anxiety. I think with the lack of sleep, food and the 9/10 pain I have been experiencing for the last 5 days, I was to say the least, a tad sensitive.
Once in the chair they examined the issue and talked me through my options. The fun part being that to have the wisdom teeth extracted, I will have to have an operation. Another fear for another day I suppose.
I have never been to an appointment where the dentist portrayed genuine concerns for my irrational anxiety, I think my experiences in the past painted a picture that all dentists were evil, fearful creatures. When in fact, of course, they are just fellow human beings just like you and I.
It just goes to show that what some people, perhaps most people find normal, can be huge, daunting tasks for others. Simple understanding is a huge help and until recently is not something I have experienced from others before. I am forever grateful for the support I have from my family here in Sweden, without them, I would still be lost. I feel very fortunate to have them in my life.
For now, I will continue to eat soup and mashed potato, until I get the date for the dreaded day. I know it should not be a big deal, but that is anxiety for you.
Until next time, smile.