The Skyline Looks Like Crooked Teeth.

Sleep did not come easily last night. It wasn't because Cameron was up every few hours due to the fact that tooth #4 is burrowing its way down through her gums. I didn't sleep because I am going to the dentist today.

To say I loathe going to the dentist would do a disservice to the anxiety and dread I feel as I count down the days until my next appointment. I am actually embarrassed at how long it has been since I have visited my dentist. Too long, we'll leave it at that. This won't help matters when I go for my cleaning today, and endure the poking and scraping and comments about me needing to floss more. Also, my favourite (meaning least despised) hygienist, who has the softest touch in the world, is not available. Since I don't have a lot of options for when I can go, I had to settle for whoever was free. We'll see how she reacts when I start our appointment by letting her know that I had a nightmare about coming and to not be surprised if I actually hit the ceiling at least twice during my cleaning. Yes, I am a charming client.

Apparently I am not alone in my dislike for the dentist. It must be hard to have a job where very few people are happy to see you. Maybe that's why they seem to take such joy in torturing their patients. Do you hate going to the dentist? Please tell me I'm not alone. And wish my dental hygienist luck!