I have always hated going to the dentist. In fact, I go to great extremes and have built up quite the pain tolerance in order to avoid a visit to the dentist office. I think it all began with that unfortunate biking accident I had at the age of 8. I knocked out my front tooth and damaged three other teeth. I had to have a root canal on that front tooth by the age of nine. Now, that is a pretty traumatic procedure for a little kid (especially the root canals of 20 years ago). Then there was the experience my first year of college. First time away from home, I didn't have a roommate, and hadn't really gotten to know anyone in my dorm or classes. What should happen in my complete state of loneliness? One of the teeth that had been damaged in the accident explained above decided it was time to die. The tooth abscessed, my face swelled to the size of a basketball and I was sure that I would never go out in public again. You know it is bad when your father races up to get you, due to...
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