It Didn't Kill Me.

Dear Diary, 

     Remember how I hate the dentist? But I can't get away from him because I have so many teeth problems due to pregnancy and breastfeeding? Yeeeeeeah. Today I went in to get four teeth filled. Four! Ugh. It was one of those visits where I'm trying to be cool and collected while reading Time Magazine: Olympic Edition. But reading all about Gabby Douglas while trying to not think about the pain I was about to endure like a cow going to the slaughter house only made me want to bee-line it to the bathroom. And if I couldn't get there fast enough, I was sure I was going to just poop my pants. However, I swallowed my fear, made it to the chair and past the nasty pink ball of numbing agent on the end of multiple Q-Tips sticking out of my mouth. 

     But wouldn't you know it, just as that wretched, nails-on-a-chalkboard drilling noise is going on inside my mouth, Kelly Clarkson is belting out "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" over the radio intercom. How ironic. I guess considering my past 8 fillings, 1 retreated filling, 2 root canals and a myriad of shots in my gums that resulted in not only a numb mouth, but numb lips, chin, eyes and forehead as well- I should be as strong as Hulk Hogan since I haven't died yet. Just go ahead and call me awesome. And pray that I never have to see the dentist again. At least for a while.

Sincerely, 

Me.