Birdie Goes to the Dentist

I have written posts before about going to the dentist and how much I hate it. Having someone that close in my personal space, especially a man, freaks me out. And then there is having shit shoved in my mouth. My jaw is little and I gag brushing my teeth. In the past I have had to take Ativan to get through.  About 6 years ago I found a dentist that is a 40 minute drive from where I live but he is amazing. His hygienists are also really good. I could go to any number of dentists within 10 minutes of my home but I choose to drive to a tiny little community far away despite the drive. Today I went and was surprised to hear that my teeth were so good this time that I didn’t need polishing or fluoride. Yay! And I got through it all without an Ativan.

Last week I wrote about the continuing weaning off my antidepressant and I think that maybe my body kinda freaked out the first week because I am doing better now. At this particular moment in time I feel quite level. That isn’t to say that I am not having bad moments because I am, a lot of them, but I think I am getting better at realizing the bad moments are just moments and not necessarily going to lead to the sucking vortex of depression. I think the best way I can describe it is using The Black Dog analogy. It is said that dogs smell fear and when they smell fear they attack. Maybe depression works the same way? I have said many, many times that The Black Dog is in my neighborhood or at my front door or even sitting on my lap with his teeth around my neck. Maybe fear is what drives depression. It seems that way. For me anyway. Or maybe I am way off base and I am just in a good space for the last while. I don’t know and for once I am not analyzing the shit out of it.

In other news, The Ungrateful Bastard (Norbert) is loving spring. Ever since he was a kitten he has loved spring. He dances and prances and pirouettes. He spend most of his day trying to escape into the garden only to come tearing back into the house when something frightens him. Something like a leaf or a chickadee. He is a delicate and sensitive creature with a penchant for trying to assassinate us. After he comes back inside he sits on my husband’s lap where he feels safe. Then the routine starts all over again.

Well, I think that is it for now. The dentist is out of the way for 9 months. Next week is my yearly physical. That is actually a lie because I haven’t had a physical in about 4 years. Why not? Do I even have to explain? I mean, WTF? There are about 500, 000 things wrong with a physical and about 2 benefits.

14 thoughts on “Birdie Goes to the Dentist

  1. My last physical was probably 7 years ago when I was working. Yep, right when I started having back and knee pain. You are so right about that “500,00 things wrong with a physical and only 2 benefits.”

  2. I share your dislike of dentists. An EXPENSIVE invasion of my personal space. And I don’t like being hurt either.
    Congratulations on your escape from needing anything done this time.

  3. You nailed it on the physical.
    I am proud of you for working things out with depression. Or at least coming to terms with it. Be well, Birdie. Be well.

  4. Woohoo on the dentist! Congrats! I have a lady dentist and don’t mind people up in my grill or even the annual physical (well, not annual anymore).

    I’m glad to hear about Norbert, I wish I could same the same but I am not crazy about spring. It means summer is coming and I hating sweating my ass off half the time or more! I hope you enjoy it 🙂 I did enjoy seeing the rhodies blooming!

    I’m sorry about the Black Dog sniffing you out. I know what you mean about fear. I like the phrase/quote “Feed the love, starve the fear.” It also works with your dog imagery! I hope it helps 🙂

    Best of luck at the physical! I hope you pass with flying colors and get a pass for years on end 😉

    Sending you white fluffy cuddly dogs and smiles and hugs.

    (I’m a little “jazzy” at the moment, so really wordy-apologies)

  5. I found a wonderful dentist…but…she is in Florida!!
    I don’t think you could hate the Dentist more than me…seriously!!
    Have not had a physical in……hmmm….can’t count that high!
    Have a wonderful weekend Barbara…
    Linda :o)

  6. I’m not a huge fan of the dentist either but I just try to zone out and close my eyes and think of something else while I’m there. Glad to hear your teeth are all in good order. Nothing worse than finding out you need tons of work and many more dentist appointments.

    Spring makes our cats frisky too. Our boy cat wants to be outside all the time and our old female cat is playing with toys like she’s 15 months old and not 15 years old.

    I see I’m not the only one who avoids physicals if they can. I don’t know why they need to rummage around inside me and then manhandle my breasts. I think these tests were designed by pervert male Dr’s., cause there are hardly any invasive tests for men and some Dr’s won’t even do that one. My husband has to go for physicals and has only had the one invasive test once in his entire life. I’m thinking that now that we are both over 50 we are in line for many other new and invasive tests which I’m going to avoid as long as I can.

  7. I don’t know why anyone would ever want to become a Dentist. They are the most unappreciated profession and have the highest suicide rate for that reason. Still they are so very necessary if we want to save our teeth for our later years and finding a good and gentle DDS is quite a bonanza.

  8. I’m really glad to read that you are doing well and you sound so wise and balanced about the feelings you are getting with reducing your meds. That’s always a good sign – sounding wise and balanced. When I hear myself sounding like that I know I am doing well and my perspective is not distorted with anxiety(just from my head growing larger with my newfound wisdom lol). Keep on keeping on my lovelie Birdie. Xx

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