Saturday Night Confessions

It’s earlier than usual and I’m tucked under my favourite tartan blanket. There is something about tartan that makes me happy inside! Maybe it’s the lovely memories I have of staying at my Grandma’s and having nap time under a red scratchy tartan blankie every afternoon after lunch. My cousin and I would hide under the matching old wooden carved bedsteads, waiting to be found by my gran and scolded back to bed in fits of giggles. Happy memories.

Right, onto the reason for this post. It’s Saturday night and time to share some funky confession and hope you’re brave enough to share something with me. This one is not so much a secret but more a silly thing I did because of fear. I might have mentioned this in a previous post so apologies if it is something I’ve shared before. It gives you a reason to pilfer through my posts to check if I have I suppose!

Well, the thing is I have a fear of dentists. When I was small, the dentist I was taken to pinned me down because I panicked and he tried to check my teeth whilst I was terrified in the seat. We never returned to him but the effects have lasted over the years.

When I was pregnant with my first child, my filling fell out of one of my molars and I couldn’t bear the pain. The tooth felt as though it was disintegrating too so I knew it was time to visit the dentist. The thought of stressing myself whilst pregnant for an annoying tooth seemed silly, so I took matters into my own hands. I took a pair of pliers and a screw driver and pulled out bits of the offending tooth. Yup, it was painful and very difficult but the feeling of satisfaction made it worthwhile. The pain was gone and I carefully washed it out to avoid infection. It’s not pretty and I have had my dentist tut tut about my handiwork, but I refuse to cap it as it is happy as it is.

So what sort of crazy self-help stuff have you done because of your fears? I hope I’m not the only one who has done something like this!

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21 responses to “Saturday Night Confessions

  1. No wonder you are scared of dentists! What an idiot to pin a child down! What was he thinking!!!???

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  2. That guy should have been drilled by a parent, Eloise. I dropped in from Austin’s hop. Nice to meet you.

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  3. What you did took way more courage than going to the dentist. That dentist you went to as a kid did you a bad turn…BTW I saw your blog
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  4. P.S. I’m still learning and it looks like the like I left is a mess. I really wish we could edit our comments. Sorry for the mess.

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  5. Ouch, I hate the dentist as well. Injections…Needles – need I say more?

    The only self help thing I do is cut my own hair, sometimes. But it’s easy to do because I just do a number one clipper cut all over. Why is it a secret? Well, my partner does not know I cut my own hair, so I hope he does not read this cause, if he does, I’m in big trouble!

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  6. Ouch!

    Your story couldn’t have come at a worse, or better, time. Not sure which.

    About five years ago, my dentist put a “temporary” filling into one of my rear molars. He told me it wouldn’t last, and that extraction was the only way when it eventually came out. He and I are amazed that it has lasted so long. Finally, whilst I was on a business trip last week to USA, it came away with a couple of pieces of the tooth. I knew that American food was bad for my health!

    The pain comes and goes. I have been avoiding making an appointment. Perhaps the answer is a pair of pliers and a screwdriver. But, then again, maybe I’m not as brave as you, Eloise!

    By the way, to be clear: I am NOT pregnant!

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  7. Oh goodie! Another wonderful blogger whose writing I am enjoying so much. Howdy. I’m Rennie the erratic blogger. Discovered you while reading Austin’s latest blog. I had a similar dentist experience when I was a kid. I still don’t go to the dentist unless I have to. Really enjoying reading your stuff.

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  8. My dental confession is about a friend, rather than myself.

    A Royal Engineers colleague of mine, Gordon, lost all of his teeth at a fairly young age, and had a complete false set. Although the Army dentist knew this, but insisted that he attend his annual check-up. This is counted as a parade, and missing it results in a charge.

    Gordon was threatened with a charge. We were both Sergeants. Gordon put his teeth in an envelope with a note and gave them to a Sapper (Private in the Royal Engineers) to take to the Dental Officer.

    The note read “24291258 Sergeant G Woods reporting for annual dental inspection, Sir!”

    The teeth came back with a note informing him that he was excused.

    Amazingly, he received an order 12 months later to attend for his annual check-up.

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  9. I have a fear of dentists, as well. I let her know that I’m uneasy with power tools in my mouth, and she is very considerate of my fear. What I do is keep my eyes closed and try to imagine that I’m in a different place. I know it sounds silly, but it works.

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  10. Eek! Good luck! I will be thinking of you!

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