Tigger&Belle
<font color=blue>I'm the good girl on the DIS<br><
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I hate going to the dentist. A couple of weeks ago I was eating and had a major break in a tooth, so I got to spend the afternoon at the dentist getting a new crown. This morning I was drinking my coffee and the tooth fell out, so I had to go back to the dentist. He put pins in so that hopefully the tooth will hold, otherwise I'm not sure what we'll do. As much as I hated having this happen, at least I didn't have time to procrastinate getting the work done since it was an emergency. Hate going, though!

Our childhood dentist had 2 chairs in one room and both my younger brother and I had an appointment at the same time. He had all these blue cloths over him and his mouth was being held open by something and he was bleeding, a lot. They changed several of those blue cloths and then left to give the bleeding time to stop I guess... all I know is that I was terrified he was dying or something, there was so much blood and no adults around to help.
I was freaking out *even after a dose of valium* and this lady actually came back while I was sitting there and duct taped my hands down onto the chair. Since then I've hated the dentist. I've had so many things done to me and yet I still put off going and panic when I figure out I need to go again.
