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My mouth is hurting some. I'm glad I'm going in, because I think it gets more sensitive with the gum tissue not on top of the bone.

It's a form of unintentional torture, though. The needle - this dentist, empathetic (empathic?) and positive though he is - does not have Mark's skill at getting those needles in without my feeling anything. So there is at least one and are usually two bites that hurt enough for me to struggle to stay still. Then the scraping of the bone. I think he's cleaning it, and it hurts. There are a couple of other places where he does some work that seem more sensitive, in spite of all the Novocaine.

It seems a form of torture because it is repeated. I can handle this sort of thing once, get through it, but after a few repeats I start to dwell on specific aspects of it and my mind wants to make them bigger. I anticipate. ANd they seem worse than they actually are because my mind makes them worse.

So the trick is to remain calm, take it a minute at a time, not anticipate, just accept. And take those deep breaths. I don't have to take the deep breaths very often but I think I have to talk to myself more as I get through each of these.

I can do anything for a limited period of time.

Sometimes I think of the Gary Larsen cartoon, Aerobics in Hell. Thinking about doing those leg lifts forever...! It's hilarious.



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Oct. 29th, 2002 08:43 am (UTC)
The anticipation is indeed worse than the procedure - that unknown factor sure brings out the worst in yours truly! Cringing & deep calm breathing for you here Judith.. is this how you felt reading my dental stuff earlier this year? I feel sooo bad for you, & just want you to heal properly and be comfortable again!

Years ago someone sent me that 'aerobics in hell' card for my birthday. I was an exercise bulemic at the time.
Oct. 29th, 2002 12:34 pm (UTC)
Re: Eek!
Thanks, Priscilla! I do think it seems worse in some ways to hear about it than to be going through it. We imagine it even worse than it is.

I am feeling sorry for myself, being acutely aware of my limitations, of the soreness, the limits on the food I can eat. This doesn't help me, though. I'm getting hold of this, too, these not-so-good thoughts. It's just possible that Thursday holds the light at the end of this tunnel - so to speak...
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