dental'mares

This picture says a lot. First things first, I am a total dork inside my normally debonair self (yes, I took this myself while my dentist was out of the room). The second thing says, my tooth-doc turned into a dental Sweeney Todd at this evening's appointment. 

I headed in for the second half of my root canal on tooth No. 3, and a new filling on tooth No. 6 (aren't you proud of my learned dental lingo?) I'm thinking, the first half went so great, I have no worries! Root canal finished, checked off the list, felt nothing.

Enter No. 6. Sensitive No. 6. You just had to act up, didn't you?! After jumping off the chair three times, Sweeney Todd finally decides yours truly needs more numbing juice after I yell, "DO YOU THINK MAYBE I AM NOT NUMB ENOUGH?" Noticing that the temper got out from under me, I said, "Sorry, but this really hurts." 

Then the Assertive in me started fighting with the Polite in me. 

Assertive says: "You shouldn't have apologized. She saw you were uncomfortable." 

Polite: "Maybe she didn't feel me jump the first two times."

Assertive: "Don't feel bad. Stop feeling bad."

Polite: "I can't help it."

After the juice, I regain control of myself and my two personalities go away. It's amazing. The whole time I am suffering in this pain, I am thinking what I would do if I were caught in a war by the enemy and they tortured me for classified information. I saw myself in the dental chair, and the enemy was my doctor. "I'll give up everything!!" I am yelling inside my head. "Just make it stop!" 

She did, and I got to hang on to my secrets. (Not that they were that exciting, anyway.) 

I walked out of the office with a numb right side, barely able to smile and constantly concerned that I was drooling without knowing it. I came home, exhausted from the two-hour trip to Sweeney's office, popped some Ibuprofen and headed for bed. Soooooore. And glad I won't be seeing her for a while. Night!