I went to the dentist this morning with my youngest (who had 7 freaking cavities) so that we could both have work done to fix our pie holes. I don't have 7 cavities, thank the heavens, but I do have a crack in a pre-existing filling and a couple of cavities in my very back teeth. My youngest goes first and does amazingly well; at least I didn't hear any screaming going on. The nurses all love him and he walks out with a surgical mask and rubber gloves.
Now it's my turn and I really wasn't thinking of what was to come. If my youngest can take it, I can too! They shoot me up 4 times and immediately I have a full blown panic attack. I turn white as a ghost, can't breathe, sweating like a whore in church, and crying uncontrollably. The nurse put my chair up and handed me tissues while trying to talk me down. I felt like an idiot!
After I calmed down enough to where I wasn't snotty all over the dentist, I sat in the chair for 2 flipping hours with my mouth hanging open and tools of torture jabbing the crap out of my paralyzed face. Now, I'm an emotional basket case. I feel terrible! My head is pounding and I feel as though I could cry all over the place. All I really want is a grilled cheese sandwich, tomato soup, and ice cream; none of that low-fat bull shit either. I just need to go to bed and forget this day ever happened.