"Are you tolerating this?"

That's the question that my dentist kept repeating this morning.  And the answer probably would have been "Not well".  I'm definitely a bit dentist-phobic.  After a great drive over Blood Mountain in my Jeep, I arrived at the dentist pretty much on time.  The cleaning went well but then it was time for a crown and a filling.  Which rapidly turned into two crowns and no filling.  Even with nitrous, it was no fun.  And painful.  And there were way too many impressions done.  Yuck.  And  I still have the follow up appointment at the end of the month to have the permanent crowns placed as well as that original filling redone.  (All of the dental work that I've had done as an adult has been a result of replacing old, worn out fillings from when I was a kid.)