Today I had to face one of my biggest fears; the dentist's chair. I can handle nearly losing the tip of my finger in a stand up mixer, smashing all ten of my toes when trapped in a cafeteria bench collapse, being pinned under a 600 pound ATV, giving birth to an eight pounder(that only "smarted a bit"). What I can not handle is the pain of sitting in a dentist's chair.
I so loathe going to the dentist that I put it off for three years. And what did that get me? Nothing but more time in the chair next month! Why do I do this to myself? Am I am masochist? If I had only been less of a wuss, pulled up my big girl panties and gone to the dentist every six months like a normal person.....
Oh well, no time like the present for pulling up them big girl panties!
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