It looks like the dentists were just telling me what I wanted to hear in order to get me in there.
I got a message yesterday saying that they could not give me a sedative before hand. This is what it said:
"What you are asking for takes a special
license that few doctors have. I know it's hard to imagine, but Dr. XXX and his team will treat you with respect and care to your
individual needs so much that the IV sedation will be enough. Walking in
may be tough, but after that, you will be sedated, treated, and
relieved......"
It looks like they forgot I am afraid of NEEDLES.
READ THE FUCKING CHART!
SERIOUSLY.
I am sure the IV will be enough to knock my ass out, it is a matter of getting the IV in my body.
RTFC
RTFC
RTFC
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Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Super Phobic Self
So I found a great dentist out here that actually made me feel at ease with them, not completely terrified, and okay with getting work done.
It does not erase the fact that all of that work has to be done under IV sedation, starting with the removal of my wisdom teeth likely this week.
It look as though they can give me an oral sedative before trying to put the IV in, which, as long as I don't know a needle is involved, is good for me.
So that is where I stand on that.
I also realized yesterday that I have less than 2 weeks until I get this damn boot off my foot and I can start walking again. Getting excited to me a new me.
It does not erase the fact that all of that work has to be done under IV sedation, starting with the removal of my wisdom teeth likely this week.
It look as though they can give me an oral sedative before trying to put the IV in, which, as long as I don't know a needle is involved, is good for me.
So that is where I stand on that.
I also realized yesterday that I have less than 2 weeks until I get this damn boot off my foot and I can start walking again. Getting excited to me a new me.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Damned if you do...
If it isn't one thing, it is another.
Hubby finally relented a few months back and got my treadmill, despite the fact that my foot had been aching me for a few weeks.
After a couple of days, I decided I should go ahead and see a podiatrist and the news was not good. I had done some damage to the tendons with all my incline training and was stuck in a boot for 4 weeks. I figured this would be a minor setback, and 3.5 weeks in, took the boot off for a few hours to walk my first 5k. We finished in just over an hour, but it was for a good cause and I am not upset at that time at all, since it can only get better. It was for PCOS awareness.
So 4 weeks came and went, and I was eager to get out of that stinky (literally) boot and into my sneakers to do some more training. I was three steps, THREE STEPS from the door of my doctors office when down I went.
Roll, strain, POP!! And me screaming, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" the whole way down.
I don't know if I have ever mentioned how weak my ankles are, or how often I sprain them, but I had made it almost a year!!
I crawled into the building and a nice man helped me into a chair. I let them know I had rolled my ankle in the parking lot, and I was in x-ray and on ice in less than 10 minutes.
As usual it was not broken but I had done some damage. My doctor walked in, looked at me and stated, "Well, you're just damned if you do and damned if you don't, aren't you?"
Indeed. They put me in a soft cast for a few days, until the swelling went down, with instructions to stay off of it at least a week and then transition into the boot as soon as I was comfortable with it.
2 weeks later, I was back in the office for my follow up. Not only did my ankle still look evil, but my left foot was hurting once again from the extra use. Not only did I get condemned to the boot for 4 more weeks, but I also got an annoying stabilizer brace for my left foot, also for the next 4 weeks.
Top that off with a horrible broken tooth this week, and a dentist appointment for my super phobic self tomorrow morning, and you can assume that I am not a happy girl.
Pout.
As a note- I will post a link below for anyone who wonders JUST HOW needle phobic I am. This woman explains it so much better than I ever could.
http://elizabethmcclung.blogspot.com/2007/01/trypanophobia-needle-phobia-fencing-and.html
Hubby finally relented a few months back and got my treadmill, despite the fact that my foot had been aching me for a few weeks.
After a couple of days, I decided I should go ahead and see a podiatrist and the news was not good. I had done some damage to the tendons with all my incline training and was stuck in a boot for 4 weeks. I figured this would be a minor setback, and 3.5 weeks in, took the boot off for a few hours to walk my first 5k. We finished in just over an hour, but it was for a good cause and I am not upset at that time at all, since it can only get better. It was for PCOS awareness.
So 4 weeks came and went, and I was eager to get out of that stinky (literally) boot and into my sneakers to do some more training. I was three steps, THREE STEPS from the door of my doctors office when down I went.
Roll, strain, POP!! And me screaming, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" the whole way down.
I don't know if I have ever mentioned how weak my ankles are, or how often I sprain them, but I had made it almost a year!!
I crawled into the building and a nice man helped me into a chair. I let them know I had rolled my ankle in the parking lot, and I was in x-ray and on ice in less than 10 minutes.
As usual it was not broken but I had done some damage. My doctor walked in, looked at me and stated, "Well, you're just damned if you do and damned if you don't, aren't you?"
Indeed. They put me in a soft cast for a few days, until the swelling went down, with instructions to stay off of it at least a week and then transition into the boot as soon as I was comfortable with it.
2 weeks later, I was back in the office for my follow up. Not only did my ankle still look evil, but my left foot was hurting once again from the extra use. Not only did I get condemned to the boot for 4 more weeks, but I also got an annoying stabilizer brace for my left foot, also for the next 4 weeks.
Top that off with a horrible broken tooth this week, and a dentist appointment for my super phobic self tomorrow morning, and you can assume that I am not a happy girl.
Pout.
As a note- I will post a link below for anyone who wonders JUST HOW needle phobic I am. This woman explains it so much better than I ever could.
http://elizabethmcclung.blogspot.com/2007/01/trypanophobia-needle-phobia-fencing-and.html
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