6.14.2011

Hello, My Name is Miki and I Have an Irrational Fear of Visiting the Dentist

The honeymoon phase of Summer Break officially ended. When did it end, you might ask- It ended on Week 3, Day 1, in the dentist chair of Dr. Pat Clark. 
  
I have an irrational fear of dentists. To make matters worse, my adoring husband convinced me that, since I was only going in for a consultation for sedation dentistry (yes, that's right- sedation), it would be okay if I took Janie Kathryn to her semiannual appointment. While I was being counseled on the meaning of conscious sedation, Janie Kathryn was having her teeth cleaned. That was all well and good until they persuaded me to do x-rays. 

Janie Kathryn finished first (because she is the picture-perfect patient) and got to watch my x-rays. There is nothing like dental anxiety, a mouth full of plastic, and a 5-year-old asking 20 questions. And then, when I thought my level of anxiety had peaked an appropriate level in the presence of my child, the dentist tried to use the pick to scrape my teeth (GASP).  When I contested with two uncontrollable tears, he relented and began calling out to the hygienist all the irregularities with my teeth. One, occlusion. Two, cavity. Three, occlusion... Nine, crown...

Meanwhile, Janie Kathryn is in my peripheral, with her picture-perfect patient attitude, chanting "Mommy has a cavity, Mommy has a cavity," in between questions like, "Mommy, why did you wipe your eyes with that tissue?"
It was my own little version of hell. 

I suppose it is good that this was the beginning of Week 3. It was all downhill from there. And I've had two additional children in my charge this week. Three kids...piece of cake compared to going to the dentist. In fact, I'm thinking about starting a summer camp.
To Be Continued...

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