Okay, I'll admit it. I am the biggest wuss ever. Not only am I petrified of doctors, dentists, psychiatrists, couselors, and acupuncturists, I fear sad endings.

Earlier today, I was heading to a new dentist (after making my mom take the day off so she could come with me), and though the conversation started jokingly, I sooon found myself bawling through forced laughter at the thought of having my wisdom teeth pulled. Mind you, we weren't even halfway -there- yet. LoL

By the time we got the dentist, I was at least not crying any longer, though my face was still kinda blotchy from the initial tear-attack.

She was very nice. Not once did she rip apart my gums like the old hygeinists, or take out my tongue with whatever instrument of torture seemed right for that moment. No... It was quite fine. That is, until she came about to the second appointment I needed to have- wisdom teeth removal.

Yeah, you guessed it. I sobbed again. I mean, have you ever had a cavity drilled before the anesthetic kicked in? I have. It's not fun, and I've had a deep-seated fear of anything dentist and needleish since.

At the very thought, I'm crying again. I hate dentists, I scoot over and off tables when the doctor comes at me with shots (My dad has to come with me on those days- to hold me on the table), I BAWLED when they thought I'd never ride again, I screamd when this crazy acupuncturist lady stabbed me, and... I'm coming to the conclusion that I'd rather die of gingivitis than ever deal with my wisdom teeth or anyting of the sort.

On a brither note, if you could call it brigher, I read Marley and Me tonight- finished it, really. It's a great book. Incredible. My dad thought I was insane, I laughed so much through the first half. I thought my ribs were going to bust apart during the first half. Then, as the book went on, I began to fear the unhappy ending that becomes of all life.

Sure enough, 40-something pages later, I was crying. Quietly. Like I usually do. No loud sobs, no deep breaths, just blue eyes shiny with tears getting ready to flow swiftly and silently down pale, red-blotched cheeks. Marley the Dog had died.

I'm sorry if I ruined the ending, but like I said, every life comes to an end... Expect it.