It Gets Worse...

Warning: Contains Serious Ranting & Icky Dentist details.
Urgh. I thought I was having a bad week with this rash of mine & my dad not being too well, but today really was the icing on my nightmare cake.

7.20am - My alarm goes off, reminding me that I have to get out of my warm, cosy bed & get ready to go outside in the rain to my car & sit in a Traffic Jam [The one that is always there on a Monday].

8.45am - I'm in the Traffic Jam. I've forgotten my iPod so I'm listening to my favourite radio station. Then they decide to play the newly released cover version of 'Everybody Hurts' for Haiti - not the best song to listen to when you already feel like crap.

8.50am - I need to be at the 9am lecture but I am still in the traffic jam, I have switched stations only to find that apparantly everyone freakin' loves this depressing cover version, I switch off the radio.

9.05am - I arrive, just in time for my 2 hour lecture. Luckily the lecturer doesn't pick/draw attention to me like the other one used to when I was late.

10.00am - Okay seriously, why did I bother coming in today? If I wanted to watch this boring documentary, I could have YouTubed it & stayed at home. Yawn.

11.30am - Time for a short meeting. Oh wait, delayed.

11.50am - Meeting.

12.10pm - I need to book/hire a camera out. The guy who is meant to be there between 12 & half past doesn't show up.

12.40pm - On the way home. That song comes on again... & off it goes.

1.30pm - Great. My mum just called me to tell me that my dad has been for his X-Ray and will get his results soon... & that I have a dentist appointment that I had completely forgotten about.

1.40pm - Something to be happy about, my mum just ordered me a new dryer & she tells me to find a washing machine by tomorrow.

2.00pm - DENTIST.

If you don't already know, I have a huge, huge phobia of dentists. The minute I walked in the door, I smelt that 'dentist' smell & felt sick in my stomach. It didn't help that in the waiting room I could hear some kind of drill buzzing away. Dave came with me & he promised me it would be nothing more than a quick check up. He was so, so wrong.

I walked in [keep in mind that I haven't been for 10 years]. The very abrupt Portugese evil dentist woman told me to lie on the chair... it was funny because I was like, do I have to lie down? I honestly thought it would be a small upright chair, that chair to me belonged in a horror movie. So I lay down and she got that horrible, horrible little metal stick & started counting my teeth. Dave came into the actual room with me & was right next to me with that 'See, it's not so bad' face. I actually felt quite smug, this was nothing, this was quite easy.

Then, after counting my teeth. I actually sat up & was ready to go - but she was like 'no, no, no, you lie down'. She muttered something as I lay back... Dave pulled a little confused face... and then, YUCK. The scraping began. With no warning, she just shoved another metal device into my mouth and started scraping away behind my four bottom teeth. All's I could feel was scrape, scrape, scrape & what I thought was chunks of my teeth coming off. I felt some bits go down my throat which was disgusting, then I tasted blood. My eyes just began to water & I was about to cry but she let me sit up & rinse my mouth out. I thought it was over - until she told me 'you lie down again, me no finish'. I spat out some bloody water & the scraping started again.

Dave was great. He kept trying to hold my hand , but me feeling a little embarrassed, shrugged him off, lol. He kept telling me 'I honestly didn't know there'd be blood, you're doing so well'. All's I wanted to do was run out & cry, lol. After the evil lady was done, she told me that I actually had great teeth [she was suprised by how little was wrong with them after 10 years] & this had just been a plaque build up - which had turned into hard tartar [the 'chunks of teeth' I had seen]. When I came outside, I just burst into shock tears, lol I was shaking & my teeth just felt [& still feel weird]. I hate mouthwash, but tomorrow I am going out & buying plenty of bottles. I am never, ever getting that done again, ever.

A bit Thank You to Dave, who was great today for coming with me & putting up with my tantrum afterwards. I don't know what I'd do without you ♥