Isn't it wierd, whenever we have to
see the dentist, we are suddenly
faced with fear! I know we'd rather
be somewhere else, than having to
sit, around here. Of course, there's
many reasons, to make you react
this way. One of my pet peeves, is
a frozen mouth, it lasts a good part
of the day. Another one I could think
of, is the noisy sound of the drill, it's
enough to give you a headache,
where you end up, taking a pill. The
hardest for me, is keeping your
mouth open, for such a long stretch
of time, it's not that easy to do!
However, when you can see the
final results, it certainly, was worth
being, put through!
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