Sitting at the dentist

and my ipod died! Now this may be seem insignificant until I tell you that I am deathly afraid of the dentist, Dr. G. Not because he is mean, on the contrary, he's absolutely wonderful and he does everything to make me as comfortable as possible. But I have had such TERRIBLE experiences in the past that he unfortunately has to deal with my neurotic self. Anyhow, I got there bright and early, which is another irony cause I am late for everything else, and I check in, prepay for my visit and show off pictures of Brian. Then I am called back and the assistant gets everything set up, looks at my photos and I get my ipod ready.
Dr. G comes in, says hello, checks out my pictures and we have a minute of small talk about me leaving for KY. He tells me what he's gonna do, then begins to numb my mouth. Right before he begins to drill, he gives me the customary warning so I can turn my ipod on and up loud. I do and two songs later - IT DIES!!!! What the hell??? I am desperate - I fiddle blindly with the controls trying to get Gary Allan back in my ears. Oh my GOD!!! Nothing, and I realize something is terribly wrong - I did not take my usual sedative before the dentist visit because 1, I drove myself, 2, I was getting used to doing without it and 3, I HAD MY IPOD!!!!
See, when I first visited Dr. G 3 years ago, I had come with a ton of baggage and bad experiences. I was a nervous wreck and he was very understanding and that was my cleaning. He prescribed a sedative for me to take before he would do any work and my hubby would drive me and bring me home. That next visit, I took the medicine and sat in his chair, he handed me an ipod (I had never used one before) and a pair of dark sunglasses. All I remember of that visit is Billy Joel and my husband tucking me into our bed afterwards.
So, that is how the next few visits went, I bought my own ipod and loaded it with Phil Collins, Gary Allan and Kenny Chesney and along with a small dose of Halcyon, I did great! Well, about a year ago, I had to see the dentist for a root canal and two crowns and I had to drive myself because Brad was TDY (temporarily NOT HOME) so I could not use the sedative and I was scared but I had Gary Allan so I got in the chair, told the Dr. G that I had nothing on board and I was going to do my very best to be still and let him do his work. Everything went pretty well and I thought that I had reached a milestone so I have not taken anymore meds before my visits and the ipod seems to be just what I need.
Well, I had to listen to every tic, tic, scrape, brrrrrrr, eeeeeeeeeeeee of the drills and tools. These sounds are magnified in my head and I want to jump out of the chair. I started gripping the handles of the chair and I tried to visualize the beach in Hawaii, started singing in my head, anything to stop listening to the noise. He finished the bottom jaw and I thought, I got to go! I will just reschedule for the top teeth next year, I am outta here. He tells me I am doing really good and we only have two top teeth to do and then his assistant hands me the office ipod - Ahhhh Billy Joel to the rescue. He finishes my teeth and I have survived.
How will I ever find a dentist in KY who is as wonderful as Dr. G?!!