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.
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.