Conquering the demon dentist

Horrific tooth extraction of 1.5 hours (thanks Virus Who Will Not Be Named for the 5 month delay)...lush lop sided face and an afternoon in bed. Why proud? Well after developing medical induced PTSD, and a subsequent rogue dentist (whose approach to a panic attack was to cover my mouth with his hand, pin my head back and shout “breathe!” in my face...), trips to the dentist have always been...interesting. My last tooth extraction was under sedation at the hospital, but today I somehow managed to go through it at the dentist surgery. I focused on filling my head with all the things I’d done that I never thought I could, especially jumping out of a bloody plane, and it does give you a feeling of power. Gives you confidence. Obviously I snivelled and shook like a complete idiot but! I did it! We can do anything!!! Anything!!! 🤗🤗🤗


So I no longer look like a medieval hag with a dodgy tooth, just feel about 90. But I’m proud I stayed in that chair for 1.5 hours. 🙅🏼‍♀️🙅🏼‍♀️🙅🏼‍♀️🙅🏼‍♀️🙅🏼‍♀️🙅🏼‍♀️


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