The Dreaded Day

Good morning.  Today is the day I’ve been dreading for a while now – my dentist appointment!  I am booked in for a tooth extraction for one of my molars and the thought of it is making my insides squirm.

It’s my own fault for not looking after my tooth when I had a chance.  No excuses.  Oh how I wish I could just turn back time. There’s only one thing worse than a dentist appointment: being trapped in a room with a spider!

If you don’t hear from me later, things will have gone awry.  It might sound a bit dramatic, but try explaining it to my fear. He’s in charge today. Pity the dentist was not enthusiastic about me starting the process for him by removing my own tooth.  His frowny face and tut-tutting gave me the impression that this course of action is a no-no.  

Ah, well, I guess I should go get ready for the day and face it like a woman. Farewell my dear readers.  It was nice knowing you. 

One response to “The Dreaded Day

  1. I’m the biggest coward in the world when it comes to visiting the dentist. You’ll be fine, even though you may be nervous now. Trust me. I had a dentist visit and lived to tell about it. 🙂


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