I am petrified of the dentist, not just a bit scared like most people. I mean, nobody likes the dentist do they? And it has to be money that attracts people to that particular profession - just the thought of looking into mouths full of bad teeth and gum disease is enough to make me shiver. Although there is probably a little bit of pleasure to be gained just knowing that meeting you makes people more nervous than meeting Don Corleone on the morning of his daughters wedding.
Anyway before Xmas I broke a tooth on my bridge - it is the top front teeth and I am the definition of vain so it had to be fixed. I have been going to a dentist in the City since then and have so far had 3X2hour appointments. I have to be sedated for a filling - really! And that used to be an injection of valium, which made you woozy enough not to care what was being done. Whatever they use now could knock out the horse that was used in the Tesco burger!! I go in, he freezes my vein and jabs me, I wake up in the car on my way home.
I went yesterday for my last appointment before the new bridge is fitted next Monday and when I went up to bed last night, still a little woozy I realised my knickers were on inside out!!! Fucking hell, was the old fella in the white coat fiddling with my wrinkled bits when I was corpse like? Would I have to report a necrophile? I panicked for a full 30seconds before remembering I had got dressed yesterday morning in the dark so I didn't wake hubby as he had worked late - phew panic over.
And, to be honest the panic wasn't even about the fiddling, it was more to do with the lack of dentists that offer sedation and the need for that final appointment.