A few weeks ago I had to go to the dentist for a crown. I'll tell you right up front I HATE going to the dentist. I HATE needles and all the other stuff. I had to take 2 Valium, happy gas & shots. Hubby Kanga had to drive to & back since I was doped up.
Today, I had to go my dentist to replace my crown. This time I went by myself since no needles should be involved. I left work at 3pm for a 3:30pm appointment. Once I was in the chair the dental assistant removed my temporary crown & cleaned/scrapped the cement off. I was doing well. Then I had to wait in the chair for over an hour while the dentist, who was to install the new crown, worked on at least 2 other patients. My anxiety started building. I got mad. I got impatient. Yes, I don't have a PHD, but my time is just as important. I started to tear up as I do when emotional. I mentioned to the assistant that it had been over an hour. She could tell I was upset. I was trying so hard to hold it together. I couldn't talk, I couldn't look at him. I closed my eyes trying to get my shit together. Tears rolling down my face. Mad at myself for crying, ashamed. At least I wasn't sobbing. He apologized a couple of times and asked "How can I make it up to you?". I said I couldn't talk right now. He gave me his cell number to call him tonight. I told him that I couldn't talk tonight. He said for me to call him tomorrow. I said I didn't know. It was 5:45pm. I cried all the way home. How can he make it up to me? How do you measure my anxiety? My anger? My shame? My tears? How?