I love going to the dentist.
I really do.
I love getting my teeth cleaned. I love the whirring noise that the polisher makes.
I even love the pointy weapons the hygienist wields when she's scraping the plaque and tartar between my teeth. I love that feeling after going to the dentist, when my teeth are super clean. It's like I can't stop French kissing my own mouth, I keep running my tongue around it.
This last time, I even got to hold the spit sucky thing, which I now want at home. Why bother swallowing all that saliva when there is a machine that can do it for me? Swallowing is for chumps.
The only problem now is that I've got a cavity. Which actually isn't so much of a problem, because in theory and in practice, I don't mind having cavities filled.
For the whole crazy cakes thing I've got going on. Where I'm deathly afraid of medication.
I'm terrified of getting the numbing shot. Particularly since the last time I had lidocaine, I ended up with a racing heart and queasiness and just about passed out and threw up all over the nice nurse.
So. Here I sit. I know I need to do this. And I will do this. Except I think I may just do this without any type of meds.
How bad can it be?