Dread

I'd already been dreading this day, and now the weather is threatening to make it even worse.

I have a dentist appointment this afternoon.

I can clearly see myself throwing up on my hygienist during a tornado.

I'm seriously going to tell her to do as little as possible, no polishing at all, let Dr. Boswell look over everything, and I promise I'll let her clean like mad next time. When I'm not throwing up every time a toothbrush gets near my mouth. And maybe, just maybe, that will cut this visit short enough that I can get back home before the hail and tornadoing starts.

I don't want to go. Really. I've never NOT wanted to go to my dentist. I adore Dr. Boswell. He's awesome. And not evil like so many other dentists. Just not today. I don't want to go today!

(Putting on my big girl panties and leaving now...)