Fear + Pain = The Dentist

Nobody likes going to the dentist.

I, for one, have never been a fan of the profession. A few months back, I broke a
part of a tooth while eating a Waldorf salad. I couldn’t really eat anything and at times, it was very painful.

I tried to live with the pain for a while, but I had reached my breaking point and called DeForest Dental Services to schedule an appointment to see Dr. Jerry Corcoran.

I really don’t know why I don’t like going to the dentist. Maybe it’s the smell of the disinfectant that they use or the noise of the drill. Or it could be that when I was a small child, I had a Dr. Orin Scrivello (played by Steve Martin in the movie “Little Shop of Horrors”) type of dentist.

It could be one or all of the above. Let’s just say it’s not my favorite place to be at.

After my consultation visit with the very nice Dr. Corcoran, he told me that the time had come that I was going to need a root canal. This would be my first and I was scared to death. Dr. Corcoran informed me that I would be in the chair for about two hours and that I wouldn’t be put under – just given Novocain. He answered all my questions and I felt okay about the whole thing.

I would be back in three days to get the root canal. When I got home, I started to make a plan of action. First, I needed to make sure that my I-pod had enough music on it to last the whole ordeal and that the battery was fully charged to drown out the noise of the drill.

Second on my list was to make sure that I was wearing comfortable clothes. So, I picked out my favorite pair of blue jeans (every girl has at least one pair) and a sweater that I love along with my uggish boots that keep my toes nice and toasty.

Third was to stay off WebMD. No good comes from researching a procedure that you will be partaking in. Three long days…could I do it…I had to – there was no other option.

To say that I wasn’t looking forward to this visit is the understatement of the year. My way of thinking was if I had to endure my own personal hell; so be it.

But, I was going to be comfortable and listening to what I wanted to and not some easy listening station that plays Kenny G songs every three minutes.

So D-day (Dentist Day) arrived and I was a bit scared, but I knew it had to get it done. At this point, drinking water hurt my tooth. So I got dressed in my comfort outfit, made sure I had my I-Pod and went to work. This helped me keep my mind off what I was going to be doing after 10 a.m.

When it was time, I drove to the dentist. As I was sitting in the DeForest Dental Services parking lot with the keys in the ignition and engine going, I must have looked like a get-away driver, but lucky for me, it was nearly an empty parking lot. I had to build my courage up and give myself a pep talk. “Amber, yes it will hurt a bit.

But after it’s all over, you can drink ice water again” and “Novocain is your friend” You get the picture.

As I opened my car door, a big gust of cold wind came and I felt it on that tooth and the pain that shot through it propelled me into the office to get checked in.

“Amber Tyler,” a dental assistant said into the waiting room. I got up and grabbed my things to follow the lady to the room that I was going to spend over two hours in with my mouth open. I just got done filling out my paperwork and Dr. Corcoran came in to see how I was doing. I told him that I was nervous but wanted to get this done and over with. He smiled and said, “That’s why I’m here!”

I will not gross you out with a play by play of what they did, but I did get a little anxious when they gave me my first shot of Novocain (three in total) and I needed a minute to re-group.

But all went well and I’m happy to report that I can drink ice water again.

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