Dentist Visit

Today, I am very proud to announce that my decade-worth of procrastination has ended. Tooth #19 has been pulled, at long last. Growing up, I have always been afraid of the dentist. I've ran out of the dentist's clinic and canceled appointments countless of time. Little did I know, extraction would actually turn out to be such a satisfying experience. It seems as though my dental frustrations through the years has been brought justice the moment my dentist pulled out tooth #19. As I sat through waiting for the numbing gel to work, my anxieties has once again surfaced. I've been honest enough to tell my dentist how scared I was of this very moment. "Trust me Grace, ok?" was what he told me and oddly enough that HELPED! It takes a lot of my courage and trust to allow my dentist to work his magic with my dental miseries. I feel such great connection with him through each agonizing yet satisfying pull. Like a child to her father, trust was all I could. And that experience was nothing but personal to me. A bond was created. In the end, what seemed to be my most dreaded event, wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.