Sunday, March 22, 2009
I HATE going to the dentist!
I have an appointment scheduled for 8 am at the dentist. Have I mentioned lately that I hate going? I can't remember when my aversion really started, maybe cause we never really went when I was a kid unless we had to, but somewhere along the lines I figured out that I hate it. Loath it.
I hate that I have to open my mouth so wide, and that then someone wants in there. I hate the buzz of the drill and the suck of the water sucker thing-y. *shudder* I hate how worked up I get, the butterflies that dance in my tummy the night before.
I tried going to the dentist like "they say" every 6 months, and without fail I have major work needing done. AND I BRUSH! (flossing I admittedly suck at) So for a few years I was going more like every 3 months, and still without fail, MORE WORK! So I started waiting (ie: putting it off) until I HAD to. I think the last time I went was right before I got pregnant with Grayson.
I hate the dentist.
And I know tomorrow is going to open a can of worms I can't afford right now to fix much less want to deal with. I am a firm believer in ignorance being bliss, sticking my Ostrich head in the sand.
now if I could just be an ostrich with perfect teeth...