More on D Day
I’m back. It took less than an hour. I can’t feel the right side of my mouth or most of my tongue. I think I might be drooling on myself. Or maybe that’s blood from biting my tongue that I can’t feel. I was such a weenie. I had to stop myself from making them stop and running out about 3 times (once while I was still in the waiting room).
I shoulda taken my friend the former birth doula and tooth pulling doula up on her offer to go with me as my dental doula. I went with her when she got her tattoo and she did offer. But I was thinking I might be brave and that the rooms at this office are really really small. Not enough room for dental doula, dentist, dental assistant, me, and all of my anxiety in one little dental office. Plus there were all the devices of torture to make room for.
Aside from the horrors of having all kinds of crap in my mouth and the amount of time he felt like it was taking the overall experience had it’s good parts. The dental office is all women. And it kind of has a comfy vibe. The dental assistant offered to hold my hand during the Novocaine shot. And I accepted. I squeezed a few times, but tried not to hurt her so that she wouldn’t be afraid to offer her hand to another whiny person in the future.
I’m going to go with my youngest child now to go get her ears pierced. We will both be getting ice cream when it’s done. If I can feel my tongue by then.
