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5 Jun

The Shark Has Pretty Teeth, Dear, ‘Cuz He Eats Dentists

Edit: Update below…

I’m going to the dentist today. I’m terrified. Actually, I’m more that terrified. I’m gripped by the chill hand of a terror that defies description.

I am afraid of dentists. I find dentists, and all dentist-related activity, more frightening than spiders, and needles. Actually, more terrifying than spiders and needles combined, because you very rarely find a spider brandishing a needle, whereas dentists, in my experience, almost always have needles and are prepared to use them. (Also, sometimes, they have spiders. One of my more terrifying dental experiences involved a visit to a dentist with a perverse decorating streak on Hallowe’en. Have never recovered.)

I didn’t sleep last night, for the fear, and instead chose to drink two double vodka martinis, extra dry, in a misguided attempt to give myself a hangover so that I would be distracted by the pounding headache when the needle hovers into view. This was not a good idea. I’m exhausted, and achey, and I’m pretty sure that the vodka breath is not going to dispose the dentist – who, I am convinced, takes a perverse pleasure in terrifying and torturing her patients with needles and lectures on dental floss – to go easy on me. And I’m pretty certain that the post-vodka blurries are not going to distract me from either the needle or the lecture.

Once upon a time, Her Bad Father would accompany me to dental appointments, and hold my hand if necessary. But I am told that I am a big girl now, and he’s off making money or something stubbornly grown-up like that, and I am on my own.

And scared.

Anyone want to hold my hand?

Always floss.


In lieu of hand-holding, you could do something big-hearted, and it might help mitigate my terror somewhat. Or, at least, re-assure me that while I am in the ice-cold grip of fear, nice things are happening in the world. Jen of One Plus Two has launched a campaign to raise money this money for the wonderful Stephen Lewis Foundation or to Open Arms. You can read more about over at Jen’s place, or at Mad’s. Let’s join forces with these awesome ladies and take some more steps toward making the world a better place.

It’s not getting rid of the dentists, but it’s a start.

Also? Have you written your BlogHer post yet? I know that you want that candy. And don’t forget that you can write one for Parent Bloggers, too. MORE CANDY.
Update: I survived. White-knuckle-chair-gripping-cold-sweat-didn’t-make-it-through-the-whole-appointment survived, but still. I have to go back, so that they can finish the work, but I have a whole four weeks to freak about that. Thanks for your hand-holding. (And to the person who left the comment saying that they found my blog by watching me upload the site on my laptop in Starbucks? Um… NOT FREAKY AT ALL.)
I recovered last night by reflecting upon my teenage horror of school cafeterias, if you’re interested. Less terrifying than dentists, but still pretty scary.