Beware of the Driller

I'm a grown up now. I'd like to say that I can be very mature (now, everybody I know has gone into hysterical laughter). I would say that I'm a pretty rational person. I have left some of my irrational thought processes back in my childhood years where they belong. I still do have an irrational fear. A fear that measures right up there with the Boogey Man. That Boogey Man is the dentist. As luck would have it, I'm booked for an appointment with Mr. BoogeyDentist today. I can say that I'm not overly excited. A few of my friends will know that I've had a cracked tooth since high school. I've basically been a chicken and not bothered getting it checked and rather just suck up the pain. Last year, I decided to not suck it up anymore and to get it checked. I was than informed that I get the honour of having a root canal. I never went back. Which leaves me with today. I think I just have another check up and to see how horrible bad my teeth really are. Maybe I'll even get a wrist slap for being negilent. Either way, it's about time to start let the BoogeyDentist do the much needed work on my pitiful mouth. I'm going to be a man and face my fears. I mean it can't be that bad, right? If you never hear from me again than you'll know I wasn't being so irrational all these years. Or I'm just slacking again.