the dentist's office

I just hate that feeling - well, I hate a lot of feelings - the uncomfortable ones. The ones where you realize you would much rather be running in the opposite direction, or hiding, or bawling, than sitting in the dentists chair, or even driving to the dentist, or forgetting your wallet on the bench in the airport, or misplacing your keys, or making a speech, or asking for forgiveness.

I finally kicked myself in the rear end and went for a small check-up at a dentist. Not my dentist, he was away on holidays. So I phoned up some dentist I don't know and asked if they could fit me in today or tomorrow. Yes they could. 1:40. I went to brush my teeth and floss and had a thought. Maybe I can see a dark spot in this tooth that is giving me so much pain when I drink, eat and even breath... WHOA! There is a fricking hole in my tooth! The sickening feeling floods my stomach. The dreaded drive. The nerve wracking wait in the chair. The feared words "root canal... crown... $1,500".
Bright side - I actually have that money. Down side - Its being saved for school in the fall, I had barely saved much, and now this. Such is life - C'est la vie...?? is that right?