Real talk: I HATE going to the dentist. Like, I haaaaaaaaaaaaaate it. Why? It scares the ever-loving you-know-what out of me. 

Just THINKING about going to the dentist makes me want to alternate between crying and vomiting. I want to curl into the fetal position and question my existence.

This is not hyperbole, people. I have an irrational fear of the dentist. I need laughing gas to tolerate a cleaning. I can't STAND the feeling of metal on my teeth, so every time a dentist touches my mouth, I just LOSE IT.

Imagine how I felt yesterday when I had to make an emergency trip to the dentist. I had a KILLER toothache. I felt as if my jaw might implode, and I knew I had to suck it up and go to the dentist.

I called Black Warrior Dental, and their super awesome receptionist was able to work me in as soon as I wrapped up the morning show. They took x-rays, and the amazing Dr. Rowe diagnosed and treated me in almost no time at all.

I even had a ROOT CANAL, and you know what? It wasn't that bad. I mean, I got laughing gas to help me get through it, but still. I lived.

I need ANOTHER root canal in the coming weeks, and I am trying not to stress. I guess I may have overcome my fear of the dentist, but now I have something else to fear--the dentist BILL.