8/2/12
I think I might have mentioned before that I like going to the dentist about as much as I like eating cockroach cereal, or stubbing my toe on the metal foot of the bed in the middle of the night. I don't know what it is, something about having to sit there with my mouth open and things stuck into it for an hour or so freaks me the hell out. So, I sort of have to psych myself up - I brush my teeth & floss better than I ever have in my life right before going to the office, plus chew a piece of gum on the way there. I wait in my car until 3:02 when the appointment is at 3, listening to Eye of the Tiger and We are the Champions. Then, I step inside the office, greeted by the smell of flouride and drills, grit my teeth and say, "Aaron Gardner, I have an appointment."
"No you don't," says the receptionist - "it's tomorrow."
My heart leaps with excitement momentarily, until I realize this means I will have to repeat the whole outrageous process again tomorrow. Crap.
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