I hate DOCTORS...

I hate doctors. I hate going, I hate talking to them, I hate them. Yesterday, I begrudgingly went to the dentist, which is by far the most hated of all. However, I have been so neglectful of my teeth that they have begun to break one by one, soooo I guessed it was time.

I decided to go to a new dentist due to the fact that I have completely alienated the last one by my constant cancelations and then leaving a few times when I lost my nerve. They eventually realized it was best to put me in a room immediately after check in.

So anyway, he was nice enough, he seemed reputable. I told him to get it all done in one visit because I would not be coming back anytime soon. Which resulted in my mouth being cut to shit. My futile attempt at eating last night left me very hungry. I should have accepted the damn pain medication he offered, stupid, stupid, stupid. I didn’t want to seem like some drug fiend, which I am, but I don’t want some stranger doctor to think so. Where’s that logic?

I’m pretty sure my phobia is completely irrational since I’m going tonight to get a tattoo and am not the least bit nervous. Yet the thought of returning to the dentist makes me queasy and I immediately start sweating...go figure...maybe hypnotism would work.