Dentist appointment

I have dentist appointment tomorrow morning and I’m already feeling worried about it. To me there aren’t many more things worse than going to dentist. I just dread it like the plague. My dentist is a nice man and the ones before him have been nice too. OK, I guess back in elementary school there was one who wasn’t that very nice. He smelled of stale smoke and old coffee. He had to pull one of my milk teeth (which hade decided not leave my mouth voluntarily) and when tears slowly came down my cheeks because it did hurt and I was scared he just old me to stop being such a crybaby. When I didn’t stop immediately he kept calling my crybaby while he kept working on my tooth. When I finally got out of his surgery I told mum who’s was sitting in waiting room that I would never ever go back to him. (I had strong opinions about things already as child…) And I didn’t. But being there in the dentist chair I feel the exact same fear and helplessness as I did back then. It will never go away.