Tonight my psychiatrist decided that my options for battling the dentist-induced panic attacks were either switching to an SSRI - specifically, Zoloft or Lexapro - or upping from Ativan to Xanax on an as-needed basis. Given that I hated Lexapro's side effects and Zoloft made me suicidal, that really only leaves one option ( Read more... )

In follow-up to my last post, uh, three weeks ago - took extra Ativan (0.75 mg) in preparation for the second dentist appointment. Was unsuccessful in getting the mold made; had a real swell panic attack. Came home and slept for three hours, then completely zoned out the rest of the night. That was not a good day.

I have an appointment with my ( Read more... )

Ok, so. I am not a fan of going to the dentist. Never have been, even when I liked the dentists themselves. But because I know that I'll freak out once I get in the chair, I take two Ativan an hour in advance so that I should be pretty chill by the time I get there. This worked really well for my last cleaning (only the second with this dentist), ( Read more... )

AHAHAHAHAHAHA

I love how my mom wakes me up with a phone call at 10am to tell me that the dentist had a cancellation and would I mind coming in earlier? This, after I distinctly told her I was going out last night. No use going back to bed now, anyway. Ugh. Just one more reason to fucking hate dentists.

Waah, dentist. Cavaties. Fillings. 3:00. *wibbles*

Edit, 5:30: Novacaine. Me. My tongue = sluglike.

So last night, around 9:30, my mom tells me, "You have a dentist's appointment tomorrow ( Read more... )