I hate the dentist. Just because he has been treating me since I was six is no reason for him to treat me as though I were still six. He never tells me anything at all. He looks over my teeth and then tells me he'll call my parents to work out details. Grrr. Another fun thing is the way they always tell me to relax. I am not, by nature, a relaxed person. Even in the best of circumstances, I am still tense. So, when someone is poking me with sharp metal objects, I'm doing all I can to lie basically still and not bolt out of the room.