I Hate Teeth

For the past few days, my teeth have been bugging me. I've tried to ignore them. I do not have time to stop at this point of my life and take care of the little things. HA! There's always something little to take care of.

I couldn't ignore it anymore. Off to the dentist I went. And he has the nerve to tell me that all my childhood/teenage fillings now have to be re-filled. Um, what?? Huh? You are joking right, Mr. Dentist?

I have some deep rooted hidden issues over the dentist. Scarred deeply as a child. When I went there as a child, I had to have a toot pulled. OK, I had to have 4 pulled because someone up above thought it would be funny to put too many teeth in my mouth for a small jawline. Yes, I can talk but it's true. I got a small jaw!

Anyway, I had to have these teeth pulled and I had a reaction to the novacaine. A reaction as in...... it didn't work. The dentist didn't believe me and started to pull one of my teeth anyway. Let's put it this way. Lots of blood, lots of screaming, and well........eventually I had to be put under to have my teeth pulled. I don't think me and dentists have gotten along since.

So now I have 3 appointments for the next month. Thanks a lot scary man in white lab coat.