Well. Crap
So, the dentist didn't go as well as I had hoped. Oh I got my filling fixed and at no extra cost, unless you count my sanity.
Now it's been established before that I hate dentists. This isn't quite true. I'm actually terrified of them. A mild phobia it might even be said, but I cope. I was dreading going this morning but I went (all shaky) and he fixed my tooth. With no numbing injection. Yes, you read that right - he drilled and fiddled and poked and packed all while I could feel every little thing.
Needless to say by the time I left I was in agony and shaking. I sat in my car for 10 mins before I was calm enough to drive and made my way back to work. Once there I had to take over this call for one of my guys and had this bloke shouting at me. I dealt with it, but it just made me 10 x more het up. So I sat down at my desk and what did Holly (my boss) do? Asked me if I was ok. Dammit! I was fine until she gave me sympathy! So yes, I now have the embaressment of having cried in the toilets at work. Poor Hol - she was all worried about me, especially as I'm the one that's almost unnaturally calm and laid back all the time. She understood though as she hates dentists too and has given me the afternoon off with instructions to have a good weekend and take lots of painkillers.
So yes - I feel like a total woman right now, but to be fair the only way it could have been worse would have been if the dentist had let spiders crawl on me. *shudders* Me = wuss.
Now it's been established before that I hate dentists. This isn't quite true. I'm actually terrified of them. A mild phobia it might even be said, but I cope. I was dreading going this morning but I went (all shaky) and he fixed my tooth. With no numbing injection. Yes, you read that right - he drilled and fiddled and poked and packed all while I could feel every little thing.
Needless to say by the time I left I was in agony and shaking. I sat in my car for 10 mins before I was calm enough to drive and made my way back to work. Once there I had to take over this call for one of my guys and had this bloke shouting at me. I dealt with it, but it just made me 10 x more het up. So I sat down at my desk and what did Holly (my boss) do? Asked me if I was ok. Dammit! I was fine until she gave me sympathy! So yes, I now have the embaressment of having cried in the toilets at work. Poor Hol - she was all worried about me, especially as I'm the one that's almost unnaturally calm and laid back all the time. She understood though as she hates dentists too and has given me the afternoon off with instructions to have a good weekend and take lots of painkillers.
So yes - I feel like a total woman right now, but to be fair the only way it could have been worse would have been if the dentist had let spiders crawl on me. *shudders* Me = wuss.