First and foremost by means of humor i.e. jokes.
I know that “You only die twice”, so given the fact that I have died twice already, I know that I can’t die any more, so I don’t have to fear the dentist, my boss, my scary neighbor, or my yet more scary wife. I don’t even fear those night monsters that used to get out from under my bed while I was young – meaning at least 2 years younger than I am now. But one day it occurred to me that my bed has 4 legs, and I decided to reduce their number to Zero, just to see what would happen that night. The rest is your imagination, which will perfectly be OK if you guess that nothing happened, because the monsters could not get out from under my bed, since it was “glued” to the floor.
In short, I’m free of all fears, and that’s why I can visit a dentist any time I want. Which is once or twice in 10 years, because those fucking dentists can be scary every time they activate that buzzing torture instrument which I can’t even listen to, let alone stay calm when it enters my mouth by means of the dentist’s hands, of course, since something has to pull my tightly pressed jaws away from each other and make my mouth at least half open. See, that’s the moment when I lose all my fears, for the simple reason that a brave man like me who has just fainted can’t possibly fear anything anymore. At least for as long as they are absent from this painful reality.
So, that was the first reason why i never hesitate to see a dentist. Humor. Jokes. Blessed unconsciousness.
The second reason is my wife. How can you not listen to a female persona, twice stronger than you, who very politely wants you to see a dentist?
And the third and last reason is those anesthetic sprays. Not syringes, mind you, I can’t afford fo lose my conscience several times during a single visit to a dentist. So, no syringes and basta! That’s me. I can be harsh sometimes, but you know what, you have to be harsh when your life is on stake! So, no syringes, just spray. I open my mouth, the dentist enpties one – in rare cases two or three – bottle(s), then I hear a loud bang coming from behind, the dentist asks me if I had felt the contact between his right shoe and my head, I say ‘No’, and then he starts to work inside my mouth. Well, not all of him, of course, most of him remains outside my mouth, only his hand(s) and that horrific Nazi machine start to inspect and correct some of my teeth.
And when all is over, my Frankenwife comes, and the dentist wakes me up before we go go…