Mental Dental...

So, sometimes bloggers inspire each other without knowing it. I was at work listening to coworkers talk about the dentist. For, like 2 hours. (why they weren't working, I dunno, they don't work for me) I kept thinking OMG, I'll end up losing my teeth too if I don't go to the stupid dentist. Root canal? Crowns? And abcesses.....oh MY! How long as it been you ask?

Six. Teen. Years.

I had a horrid experience at 17 which was, I had my wisdom teeth pulled while I was awake, and just had numbing shots. Until I talked to more and more people, I thought this was normal. I remember the blood gushing down my throat, him bracing my head against his stomach and pulling my tooth and hearing the crrrrruuuuuunch of my tooth being ripped from my head. I had to be re-xrayed during the procedure, blood all over myself. Nothing short of atrocious. I have since been traumatized, and refused to go to the dentist. I don't know how else to describe this. Except, did I mention the blood?

Since having my teeth pulled, I have had one tooth way in the back next to one of the wisdom's that were pulled, that didn't heal quite right, the gums never grew down my tooth. I'm pretty sure its half rotted away because it hurts like nobodies business, and I can feel a jagged edge at the top. Probably not good. Plus it sends pangs of torture through my body if anything food like touches it.

I realize no one enjoys the dentist. But...I am terrified. So, I'm all about being gassed. Who will gas me? I need drugs, I'm sweating now thinking about it!

So, I called the dentist. Me. I think I had an out of body experience because I was looking up the number, and dialing the phone in a matter of seconds. It occurred to me, that I use to work with a woman, who's daughter was going to dental school. This was a long time ago, and I remember she said that she had a practice the next town over from me. DUH! Then I read this blog about someone else terrified of the dentist, who is going SOONER THAN ME. (bless you) And before I know it I called the dentist.

Who answered the phone, but another person I use to work with, who is the dentists sister in law! Small world! So at least I have a friendly face before I am whisked away to the torture chair! I'm scared. To. Death. To have them cleaned. I don't want them to be touching my sore tooth, I know how they are! Poking around with their metal sticks. Have I told you I don't even like metal forks touching my lips. Bleh. I know they will touch my sore tooth! I'm also pretty sure all my bottom teeth are cracked. For serious!

I'm going to take a valium. It helped me fly. It can help me not be hysterical at the dentist! I need to put on my dream board, a happy person at the dentist! Dreams really do come true. Gulp.

Lost.

Anyone watch? What the hell? Miles' dad is Marvin Candle? Baby miles and grown up miles are in the same place? He was contracted to speak to the dead on the island by Naomi and Widmore? Hurley is writing the Empire Strikes Back before George Lucas does? That cracked me up.