No, not anything you are thinking. It's Dentist Day. I HATE going to the dentist. I'd rather give birth to a litter of kittens than go to the dentist. I'm only going for a tooth cleaning, but still it's dental work. I'll be sitting in that big vinyl chair, with my mouth wide open, the smell of rubber gloves, then someone poking and prodding at my teeth. "Does this hurt?" They'll say. Well, hell yeah, that hurts, you are stabbing my gums with a metal poker & trying to rip my teeth out of my mouth. Of course it hurts! Oh never mind the fact that I have to hold my mouth open for an hour. Can you say Lock Jaw? Then they'll give me a toothbrush and a flower (yes, that's the real reason I go to the Gentle Dentist), and tell me they'll see me again in 6 months.
I get horrible anxiety when I see the dentist, I cling onto the big brown vinyl chair for my dear life. I tense up and my knuckles turn white while I grip the chair as they stab at my mouth and all I can say is "Ah ha, uh ha, ah ha".
And to make matters worse it is Food Day at work. Who is the evil person who invented Work Food Day? So I will have to make sure I get my fill in before I go to the dentist. Make him work for his money. LOL...
But one thing is for sure...going to the dentist does help with the diet. I probably won't eat anything for the rest of the day because my jaw will be sore for the rest of the day & I will wallow around feeling sorry for myself, but happy that I survived yet another dental cleaning.
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