Pure Torture

So, I pretty much hate the dentist. Like... HATE the dentist. I know... I am not the only one... but I am just saying.

Yesterday I went to the dentist for the biannual exam and teeth cleaning. This one was well over due. I should have gone in February... but, like I said, I hate the dentist and was in no hurry what so ever.

Well, the teeth cleaning part was no problem. However, my filling has cracked and so now I must get it refilled. Not so good. I am terrified. I don't want to have to get a new filling. I will probably have to have my mouth numbed... and I don't do so well with them giving me shots. Oh man... I hate the dentist.

That's ok. I am a big girl. I can do this. I don't need my Dad to hold my hand. Do you think he would? Come down and miss a day for me? I will do this... I am an adult. I pay my bills. I am surviving and thriving... so I can do this.

Will someone just tell that to me on next week? Thursday to be exact. Ok, thanks... I appreciate it.