Today I went to the dentist. I made the appointment a long time ago so I forgot exactly what I was going in for.
"Going in for" sounds like I'm explaining my prison sentence. Well apparently, I was going in to cry all over myself and make the dentist and his staff uncomfortable. The appointment was for removal of a filling or replacing something or adding something. Actually I have no idea what happened. I really should know but I trusted my dentist because he's a doctor! Even though the dentist was just recently referred to me and I have no history with him. Am I too trusting? ummm...that's a whole nother blog...As I sat down in the dentist's chair I listened to mexican Christmas carols as the dental assistant placed a red lobster neck nap on me and promptly stabbed me with a needle without any warning. I immediately started to cry, not because of the pain, but because I have a needle phobia. My fear of needles stems from my childhood. I was always in and out of the hospital getting shots for my asthma. I tried to overcome my phobia by getting tattoos. I have three tattoos and I passed out during the first and second one. The third tattoo I screamed like a little bitch until the tattoo artist threatened to walk out halfway finished, so I sucked it up. I'm an ideal patient.So today after I got something removed or replace or added onto the left side of my face I thanked the dentist as he handed me my chart to return to the receptionist. On the top of my chart in red marker it red "WARNING: Needle Cryer"
Bridget Needle Cryer McManus
p.s. I have a follow up appointment next week. Wish me luck!