Nope, my teeth looks nothing like the one in the picture, and nope, the dentist I went to didn't look like the psycho in the picture waiting to carve out icons and pictures on my ivories.
I've developed dental phobia due to the fact that every single time I left the dentist's office as a kid, I leave in tears, or with blood coming out of my mouth. Some people, like a dear sister of mine I know, had to live with psychotic dental nurses who enjoy seeing little kids squirm and yelp in pain while she delightfully yankz the tooth out with pilers. That explains why the last time I visited the dentist was over 10years ago.
But yes, I was marched to the dentist by my significant other, and I found out that my irovies are in BAD BAD condition. The only good thing is, I have strong teeth, and strong foundation. But I also have 12 cavities that need to filled, and 4 wisdom teeth that need to be extracted because they're causing problems to my other pearlie whites. Having cavities filled means injections. Yours Truly, is deathly afraid of injections. I've heard more than enough scary experiences about how the needle goes into the gum where it hits the jaw and the nerve and all that shebang, so just imagine my face the day I went in to get it done. I was given valium, and heavy doses of nerve gas to prevent me from kicking around and punching the dentist~
The strange thing was, it didnt hurt. Well maybe just a little prick, and I do mean little. But after that I really couldn't feel much of anything, hahaha. I uttered tons of nonsense though, like Alicia Keys has a great voice, but her thighs are too fat. And that Christina Aguilera is a great singer, and her jugz got so big after she got pregnant. And loads of other bullshit like "can I have more gas please?" My lights were all obviously off. I couldn't remember how I got up and into the car, how I made it into the house, and onto the bed. Talk about memory loss. -_-"
All in all, it wasn't so bad. ;) I am such a melodrama~
