I Don't Wanna

Earlier this evening I was sitting at the computer enjoying a woderful Aero ice cream cone, when out of nowhere a pain on the left side of my mouth erupts across my face. Now, I'm not an idiot so I realize it's a cavity. While for most people this would mean a simple trip to the dentist. I, however, am not most people. The idea of the dentist fills me with such a fear that it cripples me.

It also doesn't help that my dentist is a sadistic bitch. The last time I was there, I had some cavities filled. My first ones on permanent teeth ever. She starts to drill and I can still feel it. She doesn't care and continues to drill.

Now, recapping what we learned from the post in which I was at the hospital, we will all remember that I go into shock very easily. Which thankfully didn't happen that time.

However shortly after this (and this is why she thinks I'm crazy) I came in with Adam to get his wisdom teeth out. Being the good wife that I am, I sit in the waiting room (for 4 hours) and wait so I can drive him home. Despite the fact that the smell of dentist offices makes me sick. Literally. So I am waiting and waiting and while I am my period starts (sorry too much info, I know) along with some of the worst cramps I have ever experienced in my life. No biggie, I can handle it. After Adam is finally finished, he comes out and looks like he has been hit by a fucking semi. I get up and am standing with him to pay, when suddenly the pain that I feel and the sympathy for him mixed with that smell becomes too much. I look over at him and whisper "I think I'm gonna pass out."

I remember putting my pop down (cause it's important not to spill) and then the next thing I know, I'm laid flat out on the floor in the FULL waiting room. Adam is above me shaking me looking very worried and the dentist is kneeling beside him also trying to wake me up. Thankfully he caught me and didn't let me bang my head on the floor. I try to get up but nobody will let. After I convince them it's ok for me to get up, they make me lay down on a dentist chair for 10 mins. force feeding me water. I leave some very worried looking kids in the waiting room. Adam drives us home after 4 hours of major dental work.

Now every time I go in there they all laugh behind their hands at me.

So back to my point for telling the story, I think I'll just let this tooth rot out of my head. It will probably be less traumatic than going back to the dentist.

Fun sidenote: Did you know that when you pass out you fall straight down, not backwards? Contrary to what Wilma off the Flintstones would have you believe.