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Wednesday, September 14, 2005

I hate Dentists!

I have oral surgery tomorrow morning and I am so nervous. Or maybe I should fess up and just admit that I am afraid of the dentist. As a kid I remember crying, crying and crying some more at the dentist. Because I hated the feeling of getting a filling so much I have taken great care of my teeth, brushing 3xs a day, flossing (occasionally) constantly using Listerine and yet I now have to have oral surgery? It just doesn’t seem fair, but oh well. So I scheduled my appt for 8.30am which of itself is painful and you may wonder why I would do that to myself, but, the thing is that I know I would not be able to make it through the day if I had to deal both with the pain of an exposed nerve in my jaw and the thought of having to go in for an appt. Even now in class I have completely stopped listening to my prof and just started thinking about the damn chair. I know I know American dentists are supposed to be relatively painless but…screw that I am the one whose jaw they are digging into and I am the one whose tooth they are taking, so call me a baby all you want: I am the baby who HATES THE BLOODY DENTIST.

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Cali-J ueber alles in der Welt. Some think that I am mean; (I call them friends), in fact I am not that mean. What I am is sarcastic and dry to the sandpaper level. I have friends that I have never said a kind word to their face, but I praise to the ends of the earth to anyone I know and will defend them to the end. That’s just how I roll! My boys know that I am down for them, my girls know that no matter what I will keep them safe (and occasionally flirt with them [If you are a female friend of mine and think I haven’t flirted with you it just means you didn’t notice, it was extremely subtle or…not yet ]). No one is safe from my sarcasm even my own parents; hence of course as a kid I spent a significant amount of time in punishment. I treat people with respect if I think they deserve it – everyone starts off with the same amount of respect from me (a lot). You don’t need to earn my respect; you have to keep my respect.