I just got back from the dentist. It had been a while since my last check-up. Four and a half years since my last check-up, actually. I hate going to the dentist. Absolutely hate it. I can't stand the sounds of the place, I never like the flavor of polish they use, and I just don't like to go. So, I build it up in my mind to be this horrible event and psych myself up so much that it takes forever before I ever make another appointment. Then, when I do finally make an appointment, I absolutely dread it, assume the worst, and just drive myself nuts thinking of all the things that could possibly be found. Then I go, and there is absolutely nothing wrong. Not even so much as a cavity. Why do I do this to myself? Why can't I just be a normal person who goes to the dentist every 6 months and gets on with my life? Anyone else a major dentist wuss?