I’m going to tell you about this one time that I really made a fool out of my self. Because of my extreme hand and face sweating I have always been a bit nervous about visiting the dentist. It’s like it’s not enough having hyperhidrosis, god had to give me an extreme fear of dentists and a high blood pressure. I always take a few weeks before deciding to visit a dental clinic. It’s a struggle! I google dentists, I check out articles of overcoming dental fear, I send embarrassing emails to the dentist of choice and ask if they can do their business in my home (they can’t). After all this I finally get the courage to schedule a time online at this dental clinic in Oslo. (By the way, I only do this when my teeth are hurting so much that I basically can’t concentrate on anything else.) So I schedule a time for root canal treatment. I know this because the seal of the tooth that I previously treated has fallen off and the tooth is once again rotten inside. I know, this sounds awful. But nothing compared to the pain.
The day of reckoning finally arrives and I need to challenge all my fears and go to the dentist. I try to be there exactly at the right time. I even call before to make sure that they aren’t late. I go in. My hands are already sweating, but I feel like I have everything under control. I go in, say hi and sit down on the dental chair. The dentist knows that I’m not happy to be there, so she tries to get on with it. The dentist colleague comes in and now they are two in the room with me, the scared sweaty guy. The dentist gives me sedation and we’re good to go.
But this is where things start to go wrong. My hands are sweating, my black shirts is soaked under the arms and my face starts flooding. They push a tool in my mouth and it starts bleeding. I try to do some amateur mediation in my head but nothing works. I panic. I ask for them to stop and give me a few minutes. So they look at each other and step out of the room. I, a 28 year old grown up, start acting like a child and try to escape from the window. Thankfully they come in while I have one leg out of the window and got stuck with my jeans in a hook under the window. They start laughing and I start laughing and somehow the whole situation just solves it self.
So there you have it. Embarrassing, but now I have a dentist for life. They understand me.