Dentist.
I bet you shivered just now, didn’t you? (and if you didn’t, check your pulse and make sure you are still breathing)
I HATE dentists. Well, not dentists as people. I’m sure most of them are very lovely. If you are a dentist, in love with a dentist, married to a dentist, or know a dear sweet dentist, I meant nothing personal to any of them. More specifically, I hate going to the dentist. Just the gleam of the silver is enough to make me want to puke. I literally feel my stomach rolling as I write this. When I was 7 months pregnant I had to have a tooth pulled. They couldn’t put me under because of my little passenger, and I had to just have a local. I lay in the chair, shivering, with my earphones pressed tight in my ears… listening to the cd of music we gave to people at my wedding. I kept turning it up louder and louder, but nothing would drown out the sound. A single tear (one of those ultra dramatic ones) slid down my cheek and I was to scared to enjoy movie moment! Well, I obviously survived, but I’ve been dreading any dealings with a dentist since.
Well, the day has come, but thankfully not for me. I had to call and make an appointment for my husband today for a “tooth emergency”. Talking on the phone with the sweet receptionist, I thought I could keep my fear in check. After all, I wouldn’t be the one sitting in the chair. I wouldn’t be the one listening to the maniacal laughter as the dentist drilled mercilessly into my precious teeth (okay, maybe that’s a bit dramatic, but please people… I have to be knocked out just to have my teeth cleaned!). But sure enough, as we were discussing x-rays and fillings, my palms broke out in a cold sweat.
Dentist.
oooooooooh….. shiver with me now!
