Because I got high

Yesterday, I thought I had a dentist appointment to get a filling and a procedure called scaling. Because scaling involves scraping of the teeth below the gum line it is both painful and terrifying, and me being a pain wuss who hates the dentist means I need good drugs to go through this whole ordeal. Thankfully, last year my dentist prescribed me valium for a previous visit like this, and though 1 valium was not cutting it in reducing my anxiety, 2 seemed to be just right. So, yesterday morning I took 2 valium, drove quickly to the dentist, and felt high as hell by the time I was in their lobby.

Unfortunately, last week the dentist had emailed me to confirm my appointment on the 8th at 10am, and I had presumed I'd gotten it wrong on my calendar where I showed it on the 9th. I made arrangements for my parents to come down to drive me home, told everyone at the office I'd be out, and was prepared to breeze through torture and then come home and sleep it off. Except instead when I got there they said they not only did not have my appointment down for today but could not squeeze me in due to 2 hygienists being out sick. Instead, I had to wait in the lobby while the earth got swimmy until my parents showed up a little before 11. Then when they got me home I had to sleep off the Valium and wait until I could drive before heading into work.

And now today I get to go back and do it all over again. My parents, not surprisingly, declined to drive 3 hours roundtrip for 2 days in a row so I've finagled a ride from a friend. The extra day of anticipation of the pain has not improved my outlook on this whole procedure, let me tell you. Not looking forward to this at all. Even if there are good drugs.