You may think I’m crazy but I love going to the dentist.
I love the feeling of having clean teeth. I have mildly sensitive teeth so sometimes it can hurt a bit, but I find it worth it to have clean teeth. I’ve gotten cavities filled and other minor dental procedures in the past without a worry.
I find it relaxing to go to the dentist’s office and lay back in the chair and not have to worry about communicating. I find my dentist’s constant off-key humming and occasional bursting out into song comforting.
Five years ago, I got my top two wisdom teeth pulled out. They had grown out of my gums and they were not causing problems with the rest of my teeth so my dentist was able to do it for me in his office. My dentist froze my mouth and was doing some work in there while keeping up a one-sided conversation. A few minutes later he said “Ok” and I asked if he was ready to pull my teeth. He told me that he had already pulled them! It had barely been any time and I only felt some mild pressure in my gums. This may sound odd, but it was definitely a relatively pleasant experience.
So if I love going to the dentist so much and don’t mind dental procedures, why am I filled with dread over going to get my bottom two wisdom teeth out this Thursday via dental surgery? I mean, I will not feel the pain, I won’t remember the experience, I get to eat loads of jello, and I will have 2 whole days off of work. How does this not sound great?
I am so scared!