You know just because I’m a tad, and I mean a TAD bit dramatic, it doesn’t mean that people shouldn’t take me seriously.
I’m sharp, I’m with it, I know what’s going on. And even though I downplay things with this bubbly exterior, it doesn’t mean you should ignore what I say.
So when I waltzed into that dentist office, and joked, “Oh! Get the restraints!” It doesn’t mean that when I later politely ask for the happy gas, they can say, “Oh you! You! You jokester! You’re fine.”
No! The 17-year-old hygienist in her Hot Topic accessories should go get the damn gas because I asked for it. And the dentist, who lavishes me with flattery, shouldn’t try to trick me into thinking “Oh you’re tough! You can handle this!” Because after 25 years I know what I can handle. And you know what I can’t handle? THE DENTIST.
If they had just given me the gas in the first place I wouldn’t have had to embarrass myself by getting all worked up, seeing the needle, leaping out of the chair, and bursting into tears, while asking in a panic-stricken tone “Are you gonna do that now?”
I TOLD THEM I COULDN’T HANDLE IT! I know it’s my fault for working myself up, posting like a 100 blog posts about it, and then hyperventilating on the way over, but you know what? It’s just the way I am. I build everything up really big. Sometimes it’s good, and sometimes it’s bad. And when it’s bad thing to be worked up about, whoever is involved should just shut their mouths and hand me whatever legal or illegal substances they have handy.
So, after having the Doctor roll his eyes, and then ask for the nurse to bring in the gas, I was perfectly fine. Humiliated, but fine. Halfway through the fillings (I had two cavities, of course one on each side) the gas tank turned off. The nurse made a note of this to the Dentist.
Questionably young assistant: “The tanks are off, but you already did the shots. Do you want me to turn the gas back on?”
Doctor who can’t fathom what on earth I’m so worked up about: “Yeah, it’s just easier that way.”
Obviously, when I’m on the gas, I giggle up a storm and profusely apologize for being a baby. I tried to tell him, “I run marathons! I’m tough! I swear!” Be he didn’t believe me. He even asked me questioningly later, “You really run marathons?”
HELL YES. And you know what, just to prove how tough I am, I’m signing up for another one. And if you would like to prove how tough you are too, I invite you to join me.
The Salt Lake Marathon is on April 18th. It has greatly improved every year, and was even ranked as a Runner’s World top new marathon to try. The reason why this is perfect to sign up for right now, is because it is over 18 weeks away. Which means you can safely start an 18 week training program and get your butt in gear.
If this little wimp can do it, you can too.
So join me friends! In this 26.2 mile quest to prove to all those needle wielding, drill loving, white coat wearing bullies, that I DEMAND TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY.
To sign up for the marathon go here.
For a great beginner training program, visit this wrinkly old running guru here.
I LOVE YOU ALL.
Zena Warrior Princess