It Pains Me

It pains me to admit that I think I have an unusual relationship to pain.  A massage hurts at the time and for days after but I had two babies with no pain relief or, if I'm honest, any real discomfort apart from feeling completely knackered.  If I get a headache, though, I have to go to bed before I'm sick.

Today, I had to have a filling and I said to the Dentist, "Could you do it without an injection?"  He seemed a bit surprised, said he'd give it a go and made me promise to stop him if it hurt.  The one time I've had an injection I hated it.  I hated the numb feeling, I hated the tingling as the feeling returned, I hated not being able to drink for the rest of the afternoon without slopping it down my front and I hated the fact that I bit my lip and spent another week with a painful ulcer.  I thought that I'd be able to do it, just relax and focus on my breathing. At the most it would be 20 minutes of pain.  I was so relaxed I could feel by eyes closing and the Dentist was asking if I was OK so I thought I ought to pay a bit more attention.  I realised that I couldn't feel anything while he was drilling.  Not a thing.  Not a pain. Not a tickle.  Absolutely nothing.  I tried concentrating on it to see if there was any pain but I really couldn't feel anything.  Then all of a sudden I felt something.  I must have flinched, as profuse apologies followed.  The Dental Nurse had accidentally sucked my tongue up the sucky thing.

When the treatment was over the Dentist asked me if I had been shaking with pain during the filling and I felt a bit stupid having to explain that I had been laughing. They both laughed at my suggestion that they only offered anaesthesia for accidental suckage.

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