The Dentist

I hate to admit it, but I am afraid of the Dentist. I could share some horror stories from when I was little about how mean and painful it was for me. But now that I have "grown up", I have learned to just put my big girl panties on and deal with it. I recently had to have a crown done. Now, I know it's just the Dentist, and we can endure anything for an hour or two, but I don't like pain. So I have come up with some ways to help get me through the rough patches.

First, I pray, all the way over there, up until I walk in the door.
Second, while he gives me my shot, I sing to myself "Jesus loves me". I know it's a kids song but it works for me.
Third, I think of any pleasant thought that will or can pop into my head while I am being worked on.

I have to say that my latest experience was a pleasure. As pleasurable as the Dentist can be anyway. I have changed Dentists a few times since my childhood and I think I have a keeper. He even had me laughing, we even had a few comments on crown preps don't usually get that type of response. So, no more fear for me, at least until my next appointment.