Dentists make me squirmy. I guess it's because when you visit them it's like you're giving them permission to poke cold metal tools into your mouth. And you can't exactly make a lot of small talk to at least improve the comfort level, can you?
Fortunately for me, my neighborhood friend (who also happens to be my brother's first puppy love teehee) turned out to be a dentist. So now my only beef with my dental sessions is that I can't be part of the chismisan sessions (I usually visit with another neighborhood friend, that's just how we roll) because my mouth is wide open.
Now my wisdom teeth have been acting up for quite some time now, and I've been trying to get used to the dull, nagging pain, at least until I can visit my dentist when I go home for the holidays. But as luck would have it, one tooth valiantly decided to spring out and scrape the insides of my cheeks and the pain morphed from tolerable to excruciating.