When it rains, it pours!

There are a few things in life that terrify me:

• Snakes (or really anything that is slithery)
• Spiders (even daddy long legs)
• Bugs (all except the ladies)
• Not having electricity and not being able to blow dry my hair
• My upcoming sleep study (that will be it's very own blog post)
• and THE DENTIST!!!!!!!!!!

Terrified is a serious word.  Not a word to be used lightly.  

Once I heard a snake slither while I was on a walk in the hills and even though someone assured me it was a sprinkler I was terrified!  

Once a spider crawled across my chest while I was laying in bed and I was totally terrified!  

Once a bug flew into my mouth, and didn't make it out.  And I was freakishly terrified!

Once I didn't have electricity and I couldn't blow dry my hair and I had to take a sick child to the doctor and I ran into an old high school friend that I hadn't seen in years and I was completely terrified!  And horrified!  

And next week I have to do a STUPID sleep study and spend the night at a STUPID sleep study center and have STUPID people watch me sleep and I am over the top terrified!  (Stupid is not a nice word but it is appropriate in this instance.)

And the thing I am most completely totally over the top terrified of is THE DENTIST!!!!

I know some dentists that are wonderful people so I will forgive them for making that evil career choice.  Why on earth would anyone want to be a dentist?  Sticking your fingers in people's mouths and drilling and poking and I'm all sweaty just thinking about it.

It's true what they say, when it rains it pours.  In getting ready for my chest cracking surgery I went to the dentist to make sure I don't have any dental issues going into surgery.  Somehow the two things are related and the doctors felt the need to torment me so they made me see a dentist.  Here comes the pouring part...I need two, count 'em, TWO root canals and and extraction BEFORE my chest gets cracked.  

Trust me, this is not something I would joke about.  This is real.  This is serious.  It's time to start panicking!!  It's time to assume the fetal position!  

Thankfully I have taken on the title of Captain Naughty Heart, and superheros fight through their fears, even the ones that involve spitting into mini toilet bowls.  So I will put on my cape and lay in that icky chair and tighten every muscle in my body while they drill baby drill.

I'll be sure and post about my lack of bravery and take pictures of my clenched muscles when it happens.  All for your reading and viewing enjoyment.  Because I'm a giver.

From my heart to yours,

While I'm in the torture chair I'll be thinking about this sweet face...

And probably this one, too...

Sometimes rain is a good thing!!!