I know this is how it will go when I get to the dentist's office:
Dental Hygenist: Okay, Kerri. You just need to sit right back here and relax.
Kerri's Mind: No relaxing. No relaxing at all. Get that freaking bib away from me. I do not want to sit in this damn chair.
Kerri: Sure thing.
Dental Hygenist: Great! So let's just get started with your cleaning, okay? First, I'll stuff your face with cotton balls and then scrape at your mouth with this metal hook.
Kerri's Mind: Get the hell away from me.
Dental Hygenist: You haven't been to the dentist in about a year. Why such a long gap between cleanings?
Kerri's Mind: You people terrify me. It hurts when you scrape around in my mouth and the anxiety just about kills me. I hate coming to the dentist. I'd rather take a plane ride.
Kerri: Oh you know - I've been really busy with work and traveling home and all that stuff. (Nervous laugh.)
Dental Hygenist: Okay, well it looks like you have some build-up. Let me just balance my elbows on your jaw while I dig around in here. Then the dentist will come in and make you cry.
Kerri's Mind: This is f-ing torture.
Kerri: No problem. Thanks.
I am long overdue for a teeth cleaning and a dental check-up. I've been reading through the diabetes and oral care articles at work and they've made me realize that I need to get my arse to the dentist. While I brush my teeth several times a day with my Oral B Super Jazzy Toothbrush, floss daily, and use mouthwash to prevent gingivitis, these at-home dental moments aren't a substitute for a real teeth cleaning. I just have the world's most sensitive teeth and every moment at the dentist's office is completely uncomfortable.
Is a fear of the dentist irrational? I have to go, though, right? My parents spent a fortune on braces ... I think I owe it to them to have a cleaning. Sigh.
Diabetes, you force me to make responsible decisions sometimes. Arghhhh!