30 Something

I went to the dentist this and as I went into the room I panic so bad that I almost walked back out the door. But I made myself sit down in the chair, but I started shaking. I was having a bad anxiety attack. I hate the little needle. It's so horrible and the whole time I was praying that the dentist didn't slip and cut me with the drill. For some reason I always need extra novacaine, so surely when he was drilling my second tooth to fill I felt the drill and he had to stick me a fourth time. I'm feeling anxious thinking about it now. Whew. I'm never eating sweets again. I promise.

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