By the time you read this I will be in the Pit of Despair.
For the exact same reason as the linked post above.
Sure, technically it is “just a cleaning”.
I know the truth.
Last August the same frakking molar felt “funny”.
After two months of living in denial, I am certain my filling came out.
I hate the Pit of Despair.
I cannot even stand experiencing it via Finding Nemo. Whenever The Drill is turned on in the movie, I stuff my fingers into my ears and spew strange noises at top volume.
My four and half year old stares at me as if I’ve lost my mind.
I cannot even sit in the waiting room of the office without blasting music into my ears.
Yes, it is truly that bad.
I am that bad.
You want to build a Haunted House where I run screaming?
Just put it inside a dentist office.
No costumes required.
And the worst thing is, because of this missing filling, I know I have to go back.
And they warned me last time if the filling came out again, “more extensive work” might be required.
I’m a dead mom walking.
If you think I’m nervous now, wait until that day.
My teeth hurt just thinking about it.
It was nice knowing you.
Totally freaked out,