After three weeks, I finally had the courage to go to the dentist and have my problem tooth extracted. It took a while because I wasn't really ready yet. I kept convincing myself that money was actually the problem. The truth is I've been spending more on food that it's costing me more than to have this tooth taken out. I never really had like a family dentist. Most dentists scare the heck out of me so it's important that they look good and they should be able to convince me well that there's going to me little pain only.

YEAH RIGHT.
 
When I was in third grade, I had a horrible experience with the dentist. She was my mom's classmate in grade school so we trusted her so much. I'm not saying she's not good because she was. She was funny and I really liked her. But I didn't like the last memory I had with her. I was having this huge molar extracted because I just had too much teeth at that time. It took us 3 freaking hours to get the thing out and she had to ask help from her sister who is also a dentist. Just imagine me screaming my lungs out while there's this huge pliers on my mouth. SCARY.

Anyway, this new dentist I visited was pretty and she was nice. The only thing I noticed is that she didn't make any attempt to save the tooth. She's the first dentist I talked to who didn't tell me that her mission in life is to save as much teeth as possible. We took an X-ray and she put anesthesia on my gums. Then used some tools which made her look like she's screwing the tooth out of my mouth. Then in just about 15 minutes, she told me we're done.

And here it is:

takot ka sa dentist??? hehehe