As a kid, I was terrified of the dentist. I would go to any length to cancel or not show for an appointment. At 12 years old, I used to think my parents wouldn’t find out, but then the office would call and ask where I was. Another appointment would be scheduled and the cycle of dental fear would churn again.
My family dentist used to tell me if anything hurt while he was drilling and filling, I should hold up my hand and he would stop immediately. But he never did. I’d be four feet out of the chair wiggling and waving my hands like an acrobat, but Dr. Braunstein would keep on drilling.