Surviving the torture chamber....

Ok, I don't care how great of a dentist you are.... there is nothing fun about sitting in a dentist office for two hours with a clamp holding your mouth open while they are poking, injecting, drilling, pushing, and digging out nerve endings in your tooth. TWO HOURS. And I still have to go back two more times before I have this thing fixed. UGgg.

Ok, so I understand you are helping me... yeah yeah. I get it. You are fixing my tooth and in the long run it will look nicer and prettier, be functional again, and no more pain eventually. But please, for the love of God, do not ask me a hundred questions when I have a clamp in my mouth, a funky blue plastic sheet covering my mouth and nose, and drool dripping down my chin. I mean everyone knows how much I love to talk. No surprise there. The fact that I can not say anything for two whole hours is already hard enough for someone like me, so it only makes it worse when you are playing a game of 20 questions while drilling my tooth out, and I am reduced to only being able to answer with a simple Uhh HUH, or Uhhh UHH. Do you know how hard that is for a chatterbox like me?

Well...I guess the worst part is over, and truth be told I do really like my dentist. I mean, I drive an hour away from where I live to go to this particular dentist, to be less tortured than anywhere else. (Nothing worse than going to a certain Lakeside dentist that will remain nameless.) That is a whole 'nother story that I prefer to try to erase from my memory. However, no matter how awesome the dentist or how good they are at their job, it is seriously one of the worst places to have to go. I think I would rather be giving birth than to have a root canal... And to think that I actually pay them loads of money to have them do this to me!!

Yeah, I am definitely glad that I am back at home for the time being and not in that torture chamber anymore. But if anyone really wants to see me at my worst, just come and pay a visit to me after a dentist office visit. Not a pretty sight. (Sorry sweetheart. The vicodin has finally kicked in now, so you can come back out of hiding)...... Oh, and I also apologize in advance for July 19th after 4:00 pm. Yep, mark your calendar, because you know those dentist visits are even worse than "shark week". ;)

Well..... I guess the only thing left to for me to do after a night like tonight is to open a favorite book before bedtime to keep the nightmares of the dentist chair away. hmmm..... I think for me tonight it will be The Host. Good night all! :)