Going To The Dentist

This weekend I have to go to the dentist. I am stressed already and it’s only Monday. Going to the dentist has always been horrible for me.  I can’t bear sitting there and having someone mess around inside my mouth. I’m not sure what it is that freaks me out so much.  It could be a sensory thing, I suppose. It feels disgusting to have something foreign in my mouth. I don’t even like having my teeth brushed by my Dad, but I can tolerate it…barely. But having a dentist stick all that stuff into my mouth? No thank you. 


My Mom is my hero right now, because she found a sedation dentist. I can sleep through the whole thing. You cannot imagine my relief. So while I am stressed about going this coming weekend, it’s nothing compared to the past.