Pre dental surgery anxiety flared, my IBS went crazy and I felt so so sick. My breakfast wanted to come up. And it sorta did.

\”It\’s just a routine thing, just a routine thing,\” I muttered to myself like  a mantra. But anxiety is a hell of a thing.

Sedation line went in. I breathed in and out mindfully. My fab dentist said, \”Tell them turn the music up in \’ere.\”

As my consciousness drifted, I heard Justin Timberlake belting out that snazzy \’Can\’t stop the feeling.\’

No time seemed to pass and the sedation Nurse was calling me. I answered, sat up, then dozed off again. Came out high as a kite.

My dentist showed me the trouble maker, that had been nagging  me from beneath my gums.

Cath came in smiling while the dentist made me take a few steps around. She didn\’t record me giving her a dream interpreting right after sedation afterall 😂 (Or did she?😳)

I\’m glad I was met by smiling friends to show me my right from left. In bed now with packet of frozen peas against face and an occasional treat as a pat on the back for getting through (if I\’m completely honest even going through with it)

I live with crippling anxiety (which has been tailing me constant with the black dog for a bit now.  It\’s worse with dentists- thanks to my early childhood visits to a back street dentist who pulled my teeth out with pliers and no numbing agents.

I wasn\’t sure what would make me feel better. I talked to other people, listened to friends, tried not to think about it. In the end it was just that I had to get on with it and deal with it as it came, like everything else.

My heart\’s pounding again (no logic with anxiety) but my head\’s still in the clouds from sedation. I\’m sprawled across the bed now dreamily watching the sun shine in. I suppose there\’s a plus to everything.

Gentle hugs x

P.S

How do you manage your anxiety?