The dentist equals death

 So, I wasn't always a dentist hater. I don't hate dentists. Just going to them bothers me. It's the scraping, and poking. The sounds of drills in the others rooms and the swirly brush thing that cleans your teeth. I like to think of it as a tooth brush on speed.  It's not like I've had some horrible experience with them or something, as I kid I always had cavity free teeth and  I enjoyed having braces….yeah I know, I was that kid.  Friendboy is not a fan of the dentist, worse than me. I think he would rather them all just fell out. So he is no help in going.  It has only just the recent years that I have developed not liking going. Maybe its b/c EVERYTIME I go they tell me how horrendous it is that I still have my wisdom teeth. They tell me how I should really get them out and ask why I'm so afraid. "It doesn't hurt!" they say. Really b/c I think cutting teeth out of my mouth is something that will hurt. And hello? Ever heard of dry socket?? I have and I don't think so buddy! It's just not that high on my list of thing to do before I die. Well today I went to the dentist, no cavities, you should really floss more speech and then….the dentist came in and "So, still holding on to those wisdom teeth, huh?"  He then tells me how I'm too old to be afraid to get them out. I'm gonna bite him the next time he sticks his fingers in my mouth!  Well, I cracked. Yes I cracked. I am having the darn things out next Friday June 11, 2010 at 1:30pm. They will be taking them all out, won't be putting me under just drowsy. You know I have NEVER ever had "the gas" before? Is that weird? Maybe. Idk My old dentist never offered it to me, and now my new one offers it to me and then when I decline ask, are you sure? So folks, stay tuned to the epic teeth adventure going on in my mouth.   Put it on your calendars people. It will be a show you won't want to miss.