Dentist

Today is the day I must go to the dentist. Talk about waking up with a feeling of dread! I will be relieved to have the tooth gone. It has given me so much trouble. I am so scared. My stomach is really upset this morning. Is it the tooth causing it or is it the fear? I am afraid I will die in the dentist chair. John said to me last night, "You really are terribly afraid aren't you?" Gee, what have I been telling him! He says it won't be so bad. I tell him he'll feel like a fool if I die. I wish he could be there. I guess I will just have to go with my mother taking me. Now that won't make me a bit nervous, will it? (Wonder if the sarcasm in my head can be heard.) Amanda and Jenny are going to be staying with my dad and Maurice while I get my tooth taken out. It is hurting a good bit this morning but I am still afraid. I guess I'm so scared I don't even have much to say. If I never come back, you will know that my worst nightmare happened and I died in a dentist chair.