There isn’t much that I hate more than going to the dentist.

I have to go to the dentist tomorrow. I hate going to the dentist. Everything I have ever had done at the dentist always ends with one of the staff saying “I have never seen that before.”

Who needs more novocaine than normal? Me.

Who has more than two roots on her molars? Me

Who’s blood pressure skyrockets as soon as I get called back to ‘the chair’? Me

I learned to count texture splotches on ceiling tiles from my many, many, hours in ‘the chair’. Ten years of binators, spacers, full braces, 8 extractions, and two root canals round out my major dental work dossier.

I have a cavity on the optimistic end. On the realistic end, it hurts so much, I am afraid it is abscessed. I don’t have time for another root canal.

When I sit in ‘the chair’, you can bounce a nickel off of my rigid body as I grip the crap out of the arm rests. My hands are always clammy and I always, always forget to breath.

But on a brighter note, the week will be half over and I get to go back to work looking like a stroke victim.

~ by goddess4ever on August 21, 2019.

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