I have a Dentist Phobia.
Last month I broke a tooth and ended up sat in the Dentist's chair crying with panic as I had my tooth repaired. As she finished she informed me that I needed to have my wisdom teeth removed, apparently my mouth is too small for all of my teeth (who would have guessed?) and some had to go.
So today it was a trip to Bristol to be sedated and have my wisdom teeth extracted. By the feel of it and the amount of blood still pooling in my mouth, this was done with a crow bar and pliers with maybe a side dish of lump hammer...
Now I am back home and laying on the couch feeling very sorry for myself and wondering if I can ever face civilised company again, now my smile is some what smaller and covered in blood...
There is one good thing to come out of this, next week I am going back to the Dentist for a polish, if I can cure this phobia, maybe I will be able to get those vampyre fangs I always wanted... fitted permanently!
Heading back to my couch now for more self pitying misery and maybe some cool Sci Fi movies with the Wife.
Hugs to you all.