The only moment I remember is when I had to go to the bathroom right before I went off and the hygienist accompanied me. Not wanting to be babysat, I said, "Lemmeh do it on my own," and ran into a wall. When I got to the bathroom, she said, "Do you, ah, need... assistance?" To which I turned around and said, "Yyyou know.... and I know.... we don't want that to happen." I'm assuming I succeeded at my task, however, that was the last thing I remember...
Above, a visual representation of the experience... the sneakers are the best pair I've had in a long time, thrifted of all things. The high-top shape makes them slightly cooler, and the pink color and perforations make them feminine and light. That, and they look good at the end of a dentist's chair.
Tra la la,
Elissa.
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I hate doctors and dentists so much. It's not necessarily fear of needles or medical procedures - though I admittedly have declared several times I would never let someone cut me open, screaming, "Just because I can't feel it doesn't make it ok!" - but more the dentist/doctors themselves. I'm horribly intimidated by them and think they are quite flippant with most their patients. Like yes, I get you see a million of us in the course of one day, but you could make eye contact. Jeeeeezzzz.
I totally know what you mean. I dread one day having kids, what with the doctor shortage and everything, I like to imagine I'd have personalized, TLC at such a time but I think more and more maybe not!! But I'll freak out about that when I get there...
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