Then I remembered that I have a dentist's appointment for a new crown at 10:30 am.
My smile evaporated, and in its stead there resides a grim, full of dread, expression.
Even though I know that I will be fine, that the shot doesn't hurt that much (considering I have done three labor and deliveries), and it will be over soon, I still do not like going to the dentist. It makes me wonder.
Just when did I get so old that I need a crown? I thought old, grandma ladies needed crowns. Not youngish, on-the-go mamas.
Just why do I dislike the dentist so badly? My dentist is truly the nicest gentleman! I enjoy our conversations up until he sticks his hand or his dental instruments in my mouth.
Why can't someone invent a non-invasive dentistry? It could be a million dollar industry if patients only had to swallow a pill or sit in a chair for some laser dental surgery.
Oh well. Off to the chair.
Wish me well.