The transitive property of Huckabee.

[girlonadragon]

My greatest fear (apart from failure) is The Dentist. Unfortunately, having endured three years of braces, I'm no stranger to them. My dentist (and my orthodontist, for that matter) is actually a very nice and friendly man, and I'm sure he'd be great to chat to if I ran into him down the street, but when he's The Dentist he scares the living daylights out of me. I'm just terrified that he's going to diagnose something awful, or that he's going to be angry at me over the state of my teeth, or that he's going to pull of a pair of rusty pliers and yank all my teeth out. It's irrational, I know, but it absolutely petrifies me. My Boggart would either be a maniacal dentist or Professor McGonagall telling me I failed everything. :)

I have to go to The Dentist tomorrow. I feel sick just writing those words. *shudder* I always think of the time when I was about 12, and after looking through my chart he asked if I'd "like to go and sit in the chair now." Of course, that was just a polite way of telling me to get in the chair, but I answered the question honestly with "No." Mum wasn't too impressed.

Anyway, my coping scheme is just to concentrate really hard on something else and pretend that I'm not there. I think I've found that something else for tomorrow's visit. I am going to shut my eyes, open my mouth and divert my full attention to who made Mike Huckabee.

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