This story is non-political, but might be helpful to some...

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7. So...can you work me in?

Just kidding.

I remember being terrified the first time I went to the dentist at age five. I tripped while running up steps, fell down and broke both top incisors on a concrete edge. The soft tissue injuries inside and outside my mouth didn’t require stitches, and I was taken to a dentist right away and both ‘baby teeth’ were pulled. The sting and white-hot acute pain of my first Novocain injection scared the bejeebus out of me. I recall apprehensions on subsequent visits to the dentist, but they subsided over time and it doesn’t bother me much at all now. It’s not surprising that lots of people dread going to a dentist, but they must overcome fear and do what’s necessary for their health.

On edit: I’d like to see those photos. My prurient interest streak is a mile wide.