I had a dentist appointment this morning. I hate going to the dentist. He’s very friendly, all his staff are lovely, and I have pretty good teeth. Why, then, should I loathe these visits so much?
The cleanings drive me nuts.
Some people shiver at the sound of a dentist’s drill. I shiver (and cringe and tense up) at the sound of the hygienist scraping the plaque off my teeth. By the time she’s finished, my hands are tired and sore, my shoulders are wrecked, and I have a raging headache.
And that’s with my normal (read: preferred) hygienist.