I’m very well known at the dentist office I go to.
Not for having a mouthful of teeth that are terrible or anything, thankfully, but because of how often I reschedule. Or, rather, how often Sam reschedules, as I always have him do my bidding (while I hide in the background embarrassed, since they can obviously see me through the phone).
I have always had a very strong fear of dentists. And all other healthcare professionals, but especially dentists. I’m not sure why, since I can’t recall a particularly negative experience, but holy fuck. My anxiety in the days leading up to an appointment gets crazy. I often come down with a cold or something, which I’m sure is more of a head thing than being a sickling.
Anyway, I usually end up having Sam reschedule the morning of because I’m sick or because I didn’t sleep a wink the night before. The receptionist expects his call. She recognizes his voice as soon as he says “hello” and tells him to hold while she finds another appointment time.
Fortunately, they are super nice and understanding of my weirdness. Since I’m always tense as hell while I’m back, to the point of gripping the arm rests so tightly that my knuckles are white, the dentist recommended me bringing headphones so I could listen to my music while I’m back there to help relax a bit. And it does help a little.
Sam called yesterday to switch appointments (LM and I had appointments for cleanings yesterday and Sam’s was supposed to be today, but I realized that I didn’t want to be all nervous and responsible for LM at the same time, so I had him change so he could go with LM). The receptionist thought he was calling to cancel for me and was surprised that he was just switching.
So, off I go before I procrastinate myself out of an appointment.