What better way to spend ones Saturday than sitting in an uncomfortable chair hearing the serenading whir of a dental drill?

Ha!

I may have been brave and conquered the dentist as you can read about here to refresh your memory. But that doesn't mean I have to enjoy it!

My brain had decided that today would be even scarier than last fortnight - because THIS time, there would be fillings involved. And drills. And weird UV light things. And needles. And did I mention drills? Therefore, as per usual Aly-style, I had worked myself up into a minor panic this morning.

(I would like to point out here that Jason sucks, for having the empathy of a fly during this whole process. That is all.)

My worst fears were confirmed after having a seat in the chair, rinsing with yummy minty water stuff (don't ask me what that actually does, hah, but it tastes pretty good though!) and opening my mouth; My Dentist uttered seven dreadful words.

"You won't be needing any needles today!"

Pause right there.

No needles? I nearly turned into a quivering mess right there in the chair.

Not that I'm real keen on needles either, but when it comes to dentistry? I'll be brave, jab me with a couple of those babies and I'm all calm. Relatively, anyway. But NO NEEDLES? Panic. Panic. Panic.

"Are you sure?" I mumbled, trying to talk without my tongue licking his fingers which were still probing my teeth. "Because I am, er, a bit paranoid?"
"Nope. They're only small. Won't feel a thing." He replied, then starting talking in dentist-language to the assistant.

Great. I felt completely reassured. Ha.

He got the drill ready, and I started having worst case pain scenarios running through my mind. I'd convinced myself it was going to be terrible. Why the hell wouldn't Jason come with me? Bastard! I needed him! Too old for hand-holding, my ass...

"Ok, I'll just drill a bit and we'll see if it hurts." Said Mr Dentist.
"Wait - so it's going to hurt?"
"Well, no. But just in case, I'll stop if it does and give you the needle."
"So I do need a needle?"
"No. You shouldn't need one." He started drilling here.

After a few seconds he stopped and looked at me strangely, and asked if it was hurting. I stammered something along the lines of "Yes, No, Maybe, Should it, I don't know?" and he told me that everytime he drilled, I was pulling squinty faces and moving away from him. I didn't even realise I was doing it.

Feeling rather shamed, I told him that no, it wasn't hurting, I'm just a wimp, please continue. Yes, I really said that. And he actually laughed! A dentist with a sense of humour. I like!

End of story? I have two teeny fillings, one of which does not feel filed down properly seeing as I keep grinding my teeth together and it feels funny. I also have an appointment next Saturday (DENTISTRY ON SATURDAY SUCKS) for the mother of all fillings. Well no, not exactly - but I will definitely be needing a needle for this one. I'm going to suggest that he gives me the "supposed two needles" from today as well. Just in case, you know?