Today is the ever first time I'm going to the dentist on my own accord, not because of braces but it's my second last molar that hurts so bad that I couldn't perform well at work, neither could I eat well either. I didnt catch a wink at all the whole night once again, like how it happened a few months ago. This time, I shall stop being a coward so I told myself that it's time to visit the dentist and face whatever that should be treated.

The reason why I hated going to the dentist for consultation or treatment is because I developed a phobia for dentist. I mean I met up with dentists that are fierce, unkind, unfriendly, not in the least caring and just do their job like they are obliged to. But today, this dentist changed this mentality of mine. He is just so nice and frankly speaking, I've never felt so safe before in the hands of a dentist. Never. The first dentist that made me feel better and cheered me up is him. :D

Anyway, I'm going for a minor surgery on that tooth that caused me pain. I'm excited and filled with anticipation that I MIGHT be able to put my braces really soon. It might be in a few week's time. :D GREAT.