Fact: I am terribly afraid of the dentist. Yup, it's true. I fear the man in the white coat.It all stems back to a miserable experience in my teens. Since then I RARELY went to the dentist. If I went, it was only because I was in an unbearable amount of pain.Last week I had a moment and said "Enough is enough, Ann. Grow up and face your demon." I made an appointment, all on my own to be seen the very next day. I was sick the rest of the night. Nevertheless, I kept that appointment and went to the dentist. I knew I had a tooth that needed to be extracted, but other than that I had no idea what he was going to tell me, I envisioned him telling me I was about to loose all my teeth because I had neglected my mouth for so very long. Luckily for me, that wasn't the case. I did in fact need to have that tooth pulled. And guess what....Today I had it done. I put on my girl pants (hardly, though) and had the darn thing yanked out and the prep work for the bridge done. Mark took the day off to support me, and Thank God he did... I would not have gone had he not driven me there. I didn't sleep last night because I was so anxious and this morning, well to say I was raving lunatic would be putting it lightly. He waited the entire 3 hours, drove me to get my scripts after, and took care of the kids and dinner tonight. Don't know what I would have done without him! I ♥ you, Markie Poo! So to keep with the theme of toothlessness...here's a picture of Gracie immediately after she lost her 2nd tooth. And for the record, Daddy pulls the teeth in the house. The sight of a tooth dangling in their mouth makes me sick. Uck!
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