I hate the Dentist

The cringing i do in the chair is a clear sign of how much i am afraid of the dentist. The candy eating child that I was would always worry about cavities, however, I've moved onto bigger and much more horrible worries. According to one dentist, i had receding gums... so i panic, worry and would stare at my teeth in front of the bathroom mirror making these weird shapes with my mouth to get a better glance. Three days will pass by and i would slowly stop obsessing with my teeth and forget about brushing in light circles.

I really hate the high frequency noises the tools make; its the one that sprinkles water onto your teeth while s/he would scrape the surface of your teeth. That single part scares me, the fact they're using a metal thing to scratch your teeth clean. Of course when im asked to rinse, i see blobs of blood fall out of my mouth.

I dont know if its the dentist that my parents pick, but i quite sure that not all dentists are this mean and rough when it comes to cleaning teeth. Next week I've got an appointment with an oral surgeon to check out both my upper wisdom teeth.