I'll admit it, I've never had a high tolerance for pain. And if you even want to break it down a little more, I'll be honest and say that I'm a sissy, baby and any other name you could come up with.
My mom never had to worry about me getting a tattoo, because I'm scared to death of needles. Before I get a routine medical shot, I pretty much have to be put to sleep/knocked out. I know what you are all thinking, childbirth is going to be a riot for me.
While having heard what kind of pain childbirth entails, I know what I am going through right now will pale in comparison. But as of May 9, 2010, I have never felt pain like this before in my life.
I have a toothache that is sending pain through my nerves, into my ear and causing me to occasionally break out in tears. And the pain that it is putting on my mouth and head is worse than any pain I have ever felt.
It started as an annoying pain, so I ignored it. Which I'm good at. I'm a classic maybe-if-I-ignore-it,-it-will-go-away type of person. But come Thursday, the pain in my mouth could not be ignored any longer.
The pain! Oh my gosh, the pain! I'm a grown woman in tears. Advil is my new best friend, and I count down the four hours until I can take more. I'm scared to drink or eat anything for fear that it will irritate my mouth. While on one hand you don't mess with me and food, on the other hand it might be a nice crash diet for the next few days.
However, Friday afternoon, I sucked it up, and went to the dentist. Turned out it wasn't a root canal (which I figured it was in my worst-case scenario mind), it was just a seriously nasty cavity that my favorite dentist Dr. Wyand fixed right up for me.
While I was at Dr. Wyand's office, who has been my dentist since my first little tooth popped up as a toddler, he told me that I haven't changed a bit since he last saw me. Granted, that was more than 10 years ago, (he moved, I moved, he's back, I'm back), but I started thinking, "I haven't changed? I've changed a lot."
Since the last time he saw me, I have graduated from high school and college. I became a journalist, I've started a career, and I became an adult. I've had my hard times, my good times and all the other times in between. Of course I have changed. Well, in my eyes maybe. But not his.
See, people like Dr. Wyand, and other people from my, and I'm sure many of my readers', past, remember us as children, and maybe young adults. They remember our demeanor, our mannerisms, the things that make us, well, us.
Of course I've changed. The last time my doc saw me I was 17 years old, braces freshly off, getting ready for my senior year. Of course I've changed.
But apparently I haven't lost my spunk. Or my ability to have an answer (whether it be the right one or not) to every question. Or the way I can carry on conversations with complete strangers. It's those qualities that made me memorable to him. That apparently makes me the same old Dana.
And that's a good thing. While I'm glad I've evolved into the person I am today, I'm glad that someone who I haven't seen in more than a decade, still knows that I'm the same person. That's a nice feeling to have.
Also, a nice feeling to have is when you leave the dentist office and they say, "See you in six months." A bad feeling is when you get, "See you in two weeks." I, unfortunately, got the two weeks goodbye.
See you soon, Dr. Wyand! I won't change much at all by the end of the month.