I hate dentist days

It's 9 a.m. and in two hours i will be laying back in a dentist chair. the room will most likely be white, or mint pukey green. there will be a man wearing a white surgical mask. i will try to be bubbly and friendly thinking conversation will ease my nerves, but he'll be more interested scraping shit off my teeth. then he'll tell me i need to rinse more regulary and properly floss. oh, i almost forgot the best part. i will have to get a shit ton of xrays taken of my mouth. this will be almost as bad as the sound the spit suction thingy makes because i have a strange fear of swallowing the little white plastic thing they take of your mouth. also, i'm afraid of radiation poisoning, or whatever that stuff is which is the reason i stay in the room when the xrays are taken and the dentist goes out in the hall. by noon it will all be done. i'll be starving from missing lunch time and need to drive to rogers to interview the chief of police. i will talk funny, but have great breath.