I went to the dentist this morning and I was reminded again of how much I hate going. I think that it is a crazy form of torture that we place on ourselves. Just the smell of that place is enough to get my stomach churning. The sound of the drills in the other rooms, the taste of the latex gloves and the tooth polish that they use just about makes my skin crawl. I do realize that it is my choice to go, and I choose this torture. I would rather go once or twice a year and keep my teeth and gums in better condition, but what a horrible place to go. I think that they should pipe in some relaxing music, instead of the obnoxious radio personalities blabbing on and on. I honestly think I would rather go to the doctor for a physical then the dentist for a cleaning. Good thing, neither one comes too often!