Listening to my lungs in the dentist’s chair

Two things are true for me: I’m grateful for health care and I’m afraid of the dentist. My appreciation for medical professionals doesn’t alleviate the anxiety I feel when a stranger pokes around in my mouth with sharp metal objects.

The other day I went to the dentist for the first time in a while. I wanted to get my teeth checked out since this is my last year on my mom’s insurance.

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How I became a dog person after two decades of fear

If you saw me with my dog Lotus today, you would never guess that I used to be terrified of dogs.

Actually, terrified is an understatement. Ever since I can remember, I had a deep phobia of pretty much all animals. Cats freaked me out and rodents made me squirm. Birds and reptiles … forget it. Fish were the least offensive, but I still shied away at the thought of touching one.

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