Trip to the dentist

I have always been very fearful of the dentist. The thought of me lying helplessly on the chair feels like I am being sent for death sentence.

I am very prompt with my bi-annual check up in fear of cavity and as the end of 6th month dawn closer, I begin to have nerve breakdown.

Whilst my mom was driving me to the dentist today, I kept whining like a sick puppy. I told her this would be the last moment she saw me and she should appreciate our time together.

She threw dirty glance at me and called me a drama queen.

I told her, I hate dentist so much so that I rather have toothache than to be drilled.

But my mom is a confrontational mom. She always preached, it's better to confront than to elude. And then she said to me, what's the worse that could happened. She added, even Super Heroes are afraid of dentist.

You know what, I actually felt much better after she said that.

I turned out alright after all. Dr. Evil says nothing wrong with my teeth and they are in good condition. It was mere scaling and polishing.

*Praise the Lord.




Laughter doesn't require teeth. - Bill Newton