I'm phobic. I'm afraid to go to the dentist. No reason, just phobic.
So today I'm going in to get my chops fixed. I busted a chop last week, and today I'm getting a new cap installed. And then, just because I guess, while I was getting my chops cleaned last week one of the caps came off. I'll give the hygienist credit; she didn't say what I'd have said which would be something along the lines of Oh holy hell on a biscuit... don't move, I'll get the dentist. Oh yeah.
I take drugs to calm me down. My old dentist suggested he give me a running start across the parking lot and he'd nail me with a tranquilizer rifle.
My appointment is this afternoon.
