I'm not scared of the dentist, but I certainly do not enjoy the appointments. Between the prodding and the scraping and the whole keeping your mouth open for too long, it's a little annoying. Plus, there's always the possibility that he tells me that I have a mouthful of cavities or I need a root canal or something awful.
As soon as I entered, I was greeted by name. I've never even been there before! It was a nice touch and also helpful that the women were so cheerful. After another nice woman took my x-rays, the head honcho came in to talk about them and poke around my teeth with the sharp pokey thing...otherwise known as an Explorer or Probe. I was holding my breath (literally) and staring up at the ceiling trying to distract myself by counting the holes in the ceiling tile. After an eternity, or a few minutes rather, he was done and gave me the verdict.
I need to have my teeth cleaned and have three small cavities filled. He's more concerned about me getting my super strong, healthy teeth cleaned than the itsy bitsy cavities at the moment. I'm not really concerned either way. I'm not particularly looking forward to any of it, but it needs to be done! Better step it up on the flossing in the meantime.