I hate the dentist.  I’ve written about his in my personal blog and probably in this one too.  I can think of only a handful of things that cause me great anxiety and visiting the dentist is definitely one of them.  It’s really the cleaning I hate… all that scraping and poking… if I didn’t have cavities before, they’ll be sure to dig one in.  Fillings are pretty simple… you get a little shot and then a bit of drilling… but not all of the poking and scraping.  That’s the worst. Today I had a filling… but I told my dentist when I was there in March for a cleaning that I didn’t think I could stand to sit in the chair again without some kind of sedative.  When I was there earlier in the year, I came very close to stopping the whole procedure and just walking out… I was so worked up.  At that time he prescribed me Valium and told me to take one about 1 hour before my next visit and so I did.  I’ve really been harassed by my family for all of this because it is an inconvenience for them to drive me back and forth, but I don’t care.  Today’s procedure was a snap.  I didn’t feel too loopy, but I was able to just sit there in the chair and relax enough to let them work on me.  I don’t think I’ll go through another procedure without it.