I am alive. The dentist didn't kill me. I was met with a familiar face at the desk, a former coworker, and sister in law of the dentist worked there, so that helped. And the dentist came out and said how fabulous I looked, and gave me a high five. (all my working out....) So that put me at ease. I think it was a wise choice going with someone I know to dig in my mouth.
Although, I believe it did hurt and I was misled into thinking there would be no metal in my mouth but I pictured myself on the beach with my manfriend. The sound of the machine was the waves, and the water from it was like ocean mist. Hey, visualization works. And, my manfriend comforts me. =). It wasn't that bad. And he didn't mind being used in such a way. I lurve him!
My Xrays didn't come out. But I have 4 cavities. I guess in 16 years not going, it's pretty good, and I didn't have any grody dental diseases like I thought maybe I would. Like gingivitis or periodontal or something. And my teeth feel really weird. I mean clean. It took an hour to do.
The hygeinist loved me. It was like a teen with acne meeting a person who loves to pop zits. I know, gross, but this girl loved picking my teeth.
So I go back in 2 weeks to "get started". Fillings. And to go over my xrays, there may be more wrong but they couldn't see. When the dentist asked why I hadn't come in so long, I told her I had been traumatized, and asked her not to traumatize me. She said she wouldn't. Today. She was only checking.
I think dentists are secretly massochists.
After the appointment, I went home and slept for 3 hours. I was so stressed out! But I woke up refreshed, and glad that it was over.