wimmsday

I just got out of a dentist appointment, one that I was dreading going to.  I'm not even sure why.  Since I was 14, I've had SO MUCH work done in my mouth that I proudly make the claim that the dentist doesn't bother me.  I am NOT AFRAID to go to the dentist.  Nope, not me!

However, today's appointment was a long awaited one ... for a root canal and a new crown.  I'd put it off since January (not all that long, I know) and it had suddenly become time.  TIME FOR THIS OPERATION.

So, I wasn't scared?  Yeah, right.  I was terrified.  I even had people praying for me.  My blood pressure must've been sky high this afternoon.

I went into the appointment at 2:30 and a mere three hours later, at 5:30, I was out and ready to roll.

Sure.

Nope.  As of 5:30 this afternoon I had a wooot canow and a new cwown in my mouff.  My teeff were quite pretty.  My face, not so much.  Not only did I look like a stroke victim but I could no longer breathe.  The anesthesia had deadened my ability to take in air, I guess.

So, me?  Not afraid of the dentist?  Nope, not me.  Not tough ol' me!  However I AM afraid of the mirror right now.  I mean the mirrow.  It doesn't lie.

;)