Ew.

I had to go to the dentist today. I usually know about my appointment a month or two beforehand...which gives me time to mentally prep for the dreaded experience and tell myself that I'll be okay. Today was different. My mom got out of her appointment at about 11 this morning and informed me there was a 2 o'clock opening. I figured I should go since I head back to Idaho soon. Ahh! The thought that in a few short hours I would have to be sitting in a chair while someone wacks away at my mouth made me feel quite fearful and anxious. It was just a regular cleaning, I did it, and now it's done with. Phew. But I still feel anxious...I have to go back next week because one of my fillings "doesn't look very healthy" and they need to re-fill it or something. Bah. I really am glad that there are dentists around so my teeth don't rot away...but at the same time I really, really, REALLY don't like going. And you think after all these times that I have gone and it went fine, I'd be okay/used to it...but I'm not!