My gums are bleeding.
Well, because I have an appointment with the dentist today.
I can completely undo my floss-when-I-think-about-it ways with vigorous last minute action. He might be a professional, but I'm that good.
I am six years old.
In reality, I'm terrified.
As a kid, I didn't mind the dentist. I didn't like the dentist, but it wasn't terrible.
Until I was ten (give or take), I had my first cavity. My dentist decided he could do it without Novocaine - and he HIT A NERVE!
Needless to say, between lack of money and a pure disinterest in reliving the experience, I haven't been on the "visit every 6 months" plan.
The same tooth that was first victimized and subsequently drilled to a nub by various other dentists was capped with a crown most recently. I was told if it still caused me pain, that I'd need a root canal.
It causes me immense pain.
Has for years now.
I'm biting the bullet and going in.
Unfortunately, this means a new dentist on top of the threat of major work potential.
I had the last guy trained to turn the gas on and fill the room with happiness before I even got there. My guess is that I'm going to have to sit in a reclined (read: compromised) position while sober telling him what my ordeal is.
Calling ahead and asking for a horse tranquilizer doesn't work.