Who really likes going to the dentist?

OK, so I went to the dentist yesterday to get my temporary crown and I seriously thought I was going to die in that chair. You know the shrill of the drill? That piercing noise that is similar to nails on a chalkboard? She says, "I will only drill about 2 business cards as far as thickness". Does that even make sense to you? I mean, it didn't to me, I was lying there all novacained up and drooling all over myself. Where is the dang suction thingy? I swear she drilled for like 45 minutes to an hour. Ugh!

Then I had to make the impression, you know, bite down in the goop to make an impression of your teeth. It was berry flavor and it was berry gross. I finally got out of there an hour and 45 minutes later. While I'm at the reception desk paying for the torture, the receptionist makes me an appointment to come back for the permanent crown in 2 weeks. Even with our dental insurance, I still owe a couple hundred dollars, geez. Seems so unfair. I really didn't want to come back, but I have already paid for the crown and I might as well finish this once and for all.

I hope I never have another toothache. I almost want to give up drinking Cokes and eating sweets. Nah.