I’m 42 years old less things fear me than they once did. Life experience shows me that I am able to cope with much that is flung at me that once scared me. But I am still afraid of the dentist.
Why? Well to be honest it’s not because I have had bad experiences at the dentist. I can’t really give a rational reason for it but the truth is it gets me in the same state as I am when I have to give a presentation. Having nerves when presenting to a group of people or to a conference is understandable. In fact the nerves work for me in this instance the more nervous I am the more I am likely to give a good presentation. Positive nerves as it were with the result I give of my best.
But the dentist is not in that league is it? Yet this morning when I woke and realised that today was D day . My nerves started and by the time I got myself in the car I was actually shaking. By the time I got to my destination my tummy had butterflies and I was having a hard time keeping myself calm.
I don’t always get in such a state but this was a new dentist. Firstly I didn’t know where it was and secondly I didn’t know what to expect. After eleven years of living in the Scottish Borders I have finally got an NHS dentist cutting all final ties with Edinburgh and saving me a day’s time to go to the dentist. My fear was I would get lost even though I know Gala well and that the dentist would take one look at my mouth and declare fillings galore!
The reality? I found the dentist no problem at all and with plenty of time to spare. I got a clean bill of health and the practice was very warm and welcoming. But yet even now an hour later my nerves are slowly subsiding. As the simple fact is that I am afraid of the Dentist. And at 42 I don’t think its a fear that is going to leave me.
So as a treat this afternoon I am off to the hairdressers. I am looking forward to that but in reality there is much more that could go wrong there! No matter I love going to the hairdresser but I’m afraid of going to the dentist!