An annoying event from today has inspired a future blog post. About a year ago, I was meant to be having a teeny tiny filling at the dentist. I have what is known as medical phobia, i.e. a generalised fear of anything medical, including dentists, hospitals, injections, blood…, so obviously this was NOT something I was looking forward to. I insisted that I had the drilling and filling done without anaesthetic, owing to my severe needle phobia, and the dentist (a new dentist – my lovely old dentist who used to compliment me on my pristine oral hygiene had moved on) went along with this. I was doing fine, and it was a bit uncomfortable, but then I flinched a tiny bit when he moved the drill quickly. He then spent the next ten minutes trying to trick me into having the injection, and I kept refusing the injection, until he FINALLY finished my filling in a huff, anaesthetic-free. He really rushed it, and I knew it didn’t feel right as soon as I left. Recently, it’s been feeling really dodgy, and today it just fell out. So now I have this whole rigmarole again in two days. I’m feeling massively anxious already. I’d never ever had any trouble with dentists before, and going for check-ups never bothered me, until this incompetent, unconscientious man spooked me with the threat of an (unnecessary) injection.
So, to the point: I will be writing a piece about phobias. My only phobia is this medical phobia, but it’s pretty severe. I never go to the doctors, I can’t get my nose pierced, and even blood from shaving cuts can turn my stomach. As phobias go, it’s one of the worst, as obviously you can’t get through life without some sort of medical assistance. And, typically, medical phobia (and specifically haemophobia) is considered to be a biological response present in a small percentage of the population which can’t be ‘cured’ in the way that, say, arachnophobia might be. I’ll cover that in my future post though. If anyone has any ideas to calm me down fo Thursday (other than my idea of turning up drunk), they’d be HUGELY appreciated! I’m very worried I’ll have to endure the drilling/ injection charade again. Oh, and if you have any phobias, let me know! I’d love to hear from you.
In other news, I’ve been applying for ‘just-in-case’ journalism jobs, just to see what the response is. I’m still freaking out that I’ll never get a job in journalism. Self-doubt seems to be a constant theme when applying for jobs with the title ‘Journalist’. I feel like a fraud. I feel underqualified. I feel like I won’t know what I’m doing, and I’ll be found out and laughed at by all the real journalists. Hmm.