Today I head back to the
torture chamber dentist for another filling. And I swear by all things holy, if that jerk hurts me again like last time, I
will find a new dentist! Crossing my fingers (and taking a Zanax) and hoping for the best.
A longer blog post will follow later, with my thoughts on why I'm still (at almost 40 years of age) a wimp about standing up for myself. It's been on my mind a lot this week.
Oh, how I detest dentists.
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