Wednesday, May 5, 2010

It's time for the dentist.

And I am skeered. I can't even imagine livin' back in the "olden days" before there were actual dentists, novocaine and pain pills. ::shudder:: I don't know about you, but sometimes it's incredibly hard to make yourself do the grown up things you have to. I really want someone to hold my hand and shove me through the office door... My nerves are already revved and I feel kinda sick to my stomach.

Nope, not kinda sick. Really sick.

But then again, the pain will stop, and I'll know what's what... I just hope it's not two root canals, but I'm pretty sure I'm gonna end up with at least one today. Oh Lord, my stomach just flopped thinkin' about it.

Wish me luck.


Karen said...

I am with you shoving you through the door and holding your hand, it's going to be alright. I will buy you something nice when you are done to cheer you up. And it goes without saying, I will mix your cocktails for you when you get home.

It's all going to turn out just fine.


Stacie said...

Oooh, good luck today with the dentist. I hope they can make your pain go away.

Let us know how everything goes if you're up to it.

Take care!