This is my sister's x-ray. Tomorrow she gets her wisdom teeth out. She is nervous. You can see that her teeth are quite problematic. She was supposed to get them out about six years ago.
She cannot possibly be nervous as I am. On Wednesday, I will have my first appointment with the dentist. They call it a "happy visit." How can any activity where you have to sit for more than two minutes be happy? That is the only reason I am nervous. I am sure I will adore my dentist as much as I love my doctor. But I hate sitting still and I hate being messed with.
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