i have been dentalphobic since i was a child. i loathe going to the dentist, which was quite obvious once i found my current dentist! he has done extensive work, including root canals and bridges, and he's absolutely wonderful. he knows i'm scared to death of everything dental, he respects that, and he does everything he can to ease my fears.
not so my former dentist, Dr. B. i'd been to him twice for problems, and was scheduled for a routine exam after the problems were dealt with. come the day of the routine exam, scheduled for 2 PM....at 10AM that morning, i got the final results of the biopsy of a lump removed from my breast. i'd been waiting for two weeks, and it was benign. i was so excited! i danced into my boss's office, told him i was leaving earlier than planned and why (he was excited for me, having gone through the same thing with his wife), left the office and kidnapped my husband for lunch to celebrate! we both had a glass of wine with lunch. hey, if you can't have a glass of wine at lunch to celebrate a benign biopsy, when can you?
took the hubster back to work, went off to the dentist, TOLD him i was walking on air and why. was placed in the chair, raised up and tilted back, and then got a 30 minute lecture on drinking during the day, and that i was obviously an alcoholic since i had wine at lunch, and no, a good medical report wasn't an excuse, as i was obviously using it as an excuse to drink!!! i demanded he let me out of the chair, which he did under protest, and i never saw him again. and when his office called to schedule a follow up, i just laughed before saying no thanks. i wanted a dentist, not a consience. and if i wanted to have a glass of wine at lunch to celebrate the fact that i wasn't going to die anytime soon, that was none of his dingdangity business!