I avoided my dentist appointment by this much

Some might say I missed it by the hair of my teeth.

Dentists are not nice people. Well, maybe they are. Maybe they aren't. But I don't like them, and the general consensus is that not many other people like them either.

For one, not being able to see what someone is doing to you while you're awake and they close enough to kiss you as they peer into the unattractive orifice which is one's mouth is not very reassuring.

I've chipped a tooth, one of the big fellas near the back. I had root canal done on it a few years back and that's about as pleasant an experience as say being dragged down a tar road behind a truck. So when they told me I had to go back and have a crown fitted, I just smiled and said, "Yeah, okay." Did I go back? Hell no. Did my tooth chip as a result of not going back? Hell yeah.

So anyway, I chickened out of my appointment and have made another one for two weeks time. That gives me enough time to build up some courage - and learn some restraint when it comes to verbally abusing the man who will have a fistful of metal instruments in my mouth.