NGL (Not Gonna Lie): Confess your current fears
We all suffer from different forms of fear and anxiety:
For me, since 2017, I started on a Health Care Odyssey of getting better like losing the excess 200 pounds from years of eating like a teenage linebacker (most of it was spurred by a number of medicines the doctors neglected to address weight gain was a serious side effect. My mother still kicks herself for that.).
Not to mention work on restoring my vitamin and mineral levels and restore what has been damaged over the years.
But this preface is to explain my fear. On July 30th, I have a sedation dentistry operation as I have kicked, jumped, bit and scratched and even chokeheld dentists and their technicians because laughing gas alone didn't work to keep me calm.
It's the operation. Last time, the intubation tube scratched up my throat that I lost full gravity and sound of my voice, rendering me mute as Ariel after the exchange in Ursula's Coven in Disney's The Little Mermaid. Took a drink of Shasta diet ginger ale (I rather risk it with HFCS) and I gained some of my voice back.
The last time the scratch happened, it took 30 minutes to call for a drink and my throat burned temporarily as I regained my voice.
It technically is the totality of the operation: get up at what we call buttcrack o'clock, get admitted, changed into the gown, get checked for a pregnancy test (I'm not seeing any one IRL), get wheeled to surgery by the orderlies, some of which compete in Smash Brothers and Pokémon battles in various leagues, get on the metal slab for operations (both times, I get a wedgie without panties) and cue the lion tranquilizers, because they are potent sedatives. Waking up will be a scary experience.
Personal Quote: "I like my men like my sodas: tall boys." (Zevia has both 12 and 16 oz options)
(P.S. I'm about 5' (150cm) in height and easily scared)