Yesterday I got my teeth cleaned. I have not gone in a year. I have such dental phobia that the timing has to be precise. Early a.m. so I don’t have too much time to think about it. Immodium for the pre-diarrhea feeling that kicks in as soon as I get to the parking lot. Tapping of the foot when the xray machine comes swinging around to keep my mind off the xray machine. Counting the ceiling tiles. Chatting excessively with the hygienist to prevent her from doing her job. Heavy tapping of the foot when she goes to find the dentist to have a look at my teeth.
I made it through without incident although after the xrays were taken, I could have spit that hunk of cardboard rammed into the back of my mouth clear across the room. The bad news was delivered again. You need a crown on your back tooth SOON. There isn’t much tooth left and it’s going to break if it doesn’t get a crown.
Big, big sigh. I’m a dental basket case because I’ve been a head case for a long time and at some point I will put my big girl panties on and get it over with.
Who does one talk to in order to get an Immodium i.v.??