-have you ever had a bad experience at the dentist?-
I checked the 'Yes' box.
-are you scared coming to the dentist today?-
I checked the 'Yes' box again.
After 40 years at my old dentistry I was signing on with a new dentist. Dentist-shy Lorraine was in da house!
"I want to warn you," I said apologetically as I was led to the dental chair. "I cry, I whimper, I drum my feet on the foot rest, I howl like a banshee. And I wriggle extensively."
Put it all down to traumatic days at the Dental Clinic on Willis Street when I was eight years old. The Part 2 came a year or two ago with a newbie dentist at my old practice - see earlier blog.
Yesterday, as my tooth was being filled, I sat as stiff as a board, unmoving, petrified. A tear did roll down my cheek, more from the fear of anticipation than, I guess, anything else. My Skechers-clad toes curled forward tightly. My fingers gripped the arm-rests so hard that if there'd been an emergency evacuation from the building I'd never have been able to unwrench them in a hurry. I squeezed my eyes shut with no wish to see anything.
"How did it go?", asked a friend afterwards.
"I survived," I said.
But only just. I felt it had been touch and go.
Roll on that next appointment. I can hardly wait for it .... Yeah, right.