I'm working on my Spotify survive the root canal play list. I think things that are loud will be best.

Personally things that are instantly sing a longable and mindlessly so help. I can just disappear into a playlist that I know all the songs and mentally belt them out.

Such EXCELLENT news for your friend, bonny!!!

I have double-DD's and they took vertical and horizontal. It was just fine, and my tech was great. And I got a free Essie nail polish, because it's October (light blue, which is pretty, and a color I don't have.)

No co-pay, 100% covered.

I'm dreaded the blood draw tomorrow, but I just breathe slowly and talk through it, warning the tech I'm phobic and will talk, and I visualize bad-ass chicks being all stoic.

even though I stick my fingers and give myself shots - I look away when anyone else brings a needle near my skin.

and they do it a lot

You know how some people get uncontrollable crying fits? I get uncontrollable laughing fits. Usually when I'm PMSing. Something will set me off and I'll suddenly be hysterical. Laughing til I'm crying, snotting, my ribs hurt, can't stop, can't talk, hiding my face in a towel, ridiculous laughing. I pray it never happens in the company of people who don't know me and love me already.

I wouldn't call a C small.

I wouldn't either, but I always wonder if I have a skewed perspective because I was an A-cup for the first 30+ years of my life.

I'd call a C average size.

The worst part for me is the one where the edge is sticking into your sternum. Ugh. Plus, I have dense boobies, so they also have to do an ultrasound.

I get uncontrollable laughing fits.

This was my response to trauma when I was young. Absolutely awful. Not remotely as 'fun' as you'd think. When people say that they laughed until it hurt, for me, this went waaaay beyond that.

Blood draw phobia (also related to early trauma) used to bring it out in me. But, I think I've had only one true fit in the last 20 years. Thank God that is over.

Medical stuff can still start me on the path, but I've learned how to dial it back. I still laugh when I'm injured though. Not at all helpful around people who don't get it.

I'm dreaded the blood draw tomorrow, but I just breathe slowly and talk through it, warning the tech I'm phobic and will talk, and I visualize bad-ass chicks being all stoic.

I always ask to lie down. Because if they don't let me, I will end up that way anyway.

I didn't ask to lie down. I told her I had a phobia, and she asked me if I wanted to lie down. I told her no, thanks, that I wouldn't be a problem, but that I couldn't see the needle, nor could she tell me when she was going to stick me, and that I coped by babbling like a fool through the whole thing.

Which I did. It was clean and easy, she was a pro and I was in and out in 10 minutes.