I don’t like the sound of the drills, I don’t like the anticipation of pain, I hate not knowing whether or not I’m drooling when my mouth is numb.
I load my iPhone with music and play it as load as I can, I make sure the nitrous oxide canister is full and I make sure they don’t even try to wake me up when they do the procedures.
Minnie is scheduled for a dental on Friday. It’s already making me feel uneasy.
If I hate going to the dentist, why wouldn’t she hate it too? Sorry Monkey.