February 15, 2008 at 6:16 pm (domestic life) (, )

I didn’t hate the dentist as a kid.  It wasn’t fun, but it was just something you had to do.  Then I had the less than ideal orthodontist.  In the past few years, I’ve started acting like an adult about the dentist.  I go. 4 times a year. I get absolutely ridiculously  worked up  over going in for a cleaning.  When I have actually work done – it wipes me out for the day.  Sometimes I think if someone kidnapped me and took me to the dentist it would be less traumatic.

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