Evil dentist.
I needed a root canal. A ROOT CANAL!
(plus an additional three other fillings to be done)
The night before, with impending doom looming ahead, I decided I needed a night on the town. A couple beers, some delicious food, you know... some relaxation. Until the panic attack hit me... I blame Kyle because he kept bringing up all of the things I'm afraid of - which won't be named here because I won't let any of you torture me - and it set me off.
The next morning I walked into the dentist office and paid the exorbitant amount of money necessary for pain and was brought back to the chair. I told them about my panic attack the night before and was immediately told to take an anti-anxiety pill (read: xanax) and put on nitrous oxide gas.
Once it all kicked in, I was feeling good.
Rough. Never. Again. HATE.
And now... a note from Kyle:
About once an hour, Christine has told me "I'm never going to the dentist again!!" She is already brushing her teeth 6 times a day.
When I walked in the door to the office to pick her up and saw her face, I wanted to laugh. The entire right side of her face was drooped down. She looked like she was about to pass out too, from all the meds and stuff, I guess. I have a special wife.
By the way, she is never going toe the dentist again.
* note four hours in a dentist chair cause incredibly sore gums and also causes your dentist to prescribe 800mg ibuprofen. if you take this, your stomach will hurt. if you don't, your teeth will hurt. CHOOSE WISELY. ugh. *