Except that I’m tired of people repairing parts of my body. I’m not afraid of doctors or of dentists, I don’t have a dentist trauma to share (I do have a tiresome experience, but not a trauma), I’m just tired of the whole thing.
Don’t get me wrong, my dentist is nothing like this:
She’s nice, quick and efficient. But, as I said, I’m tired of people finding something to repair on my body — and, while she was cleaning the teeth tartar, she discovered another teeth that needed a filling. I’ll have to go again, on Wednesday.
I was so hoping that the previous Friday would be my last visit to her for a long long time. *sigh* And if I ever put my dentist experiences in a story, it would be something quite uneventful.
Of course, I do hope that my dentist experience stays that way.