I am not gonna lie. Dentists terrify me. When I was 4, my mom was getting a wisdom tooth pulled and precocious li’l me was in the waiting room. Probably leafing through a Highlights magazine ( I was a young reader). All good, right? Wrong! I heard my mama crying out in pain!
I ran right to the room where my mother was – and demanded “What are you DOING to my mom?”
I’m sure Mom was pretty proud of me! Not surprising, I’m still terrified of dentists. No matter how nice they are. And I’m terrified to get a tooth pulled Friday.
I told my husband he could bring me a Wendy’s Frosty later in the evening. Nice brain and gum freezy goodness? Soft foods only? Bad thing is, we don’t have a Wendy’s really close to where we live. Close, but not close enough. I thought for a second…
“How about the Chick Inn, then?” It’s right up the road – and they have banana, chocolate and strawberry shakes (you can even mix ’em). Buy local? He said yes, he would do a “Chick Inn” run for me. YESSS!
