I went to to the dentist today.

I hate going to the dentist. As I drafted this post, I was sitting in the examination room, watching my mom get checked out and trying not to pass out from the shots for my fillings. Or something. At any rate, I nearly fell asleep under the drill and even eight hours later, I still feel like hell.

It'd be better, if the shot did what they were fucking supposed to... See, I have a reduced sensitivity to painkillers. They don't work as well on me as well as they should, so I always feel the drill on my teeth. It'd take five or six shots for me to be completely numb - and I feel the shots, too.

I also fucking hate needles.

I hate getting shots *just slightly* more than I hate feeling the drill. So I just bear it and don't flinch - thank fuck, I've got a hell of a pain tolerance - because I'd rather hurt than get shot again.

I hate going to the dentist.