I have 12 minutes until I have to leave for the dentist. Today I’m getting fixed what the other dentist screwed up. Even though I know this dentist is wonderful & has worked on every one of my immediate in laws I still feel the old familiar anxiety creeping in. (now 11 minutes). I feel as though the last dentist undid all the progress I had made on this particular phobia. I know it’s going to be fine, but man, (10 minutes). Hopefully it won’t take that long, hopefully this time I won’t feel it, hopefully I won’t cry O_O.  (9 minutes).

If I can finally get over this phobia that means that I really only have 1 left. Sharks. I want to go snorkeling in Australia before I die, but I’m scared to death of sharks. When did this happen? I would like to say when I visited my best friend (8 minutes) while she was stationed in Virginia, but I remember when I went to Mexico with my mom when I was about 6 and REFUSED to get off the boat and get into the water a bit off shore because I was too afraid of the fish.

My mom will laugh (7 minutes) and tell you that it was because when I was in kindergardn we went to the beach & a sunfish came up & pulled a scab off my knee. All because (6 minutes) I was “attacked” but a sunfish at 5 I now fear sharks. Nice huh? Yeah, I agree, it’s messed up.

Well time to face one phobia. We will work on the sharks later.

What are you irrationally afraid of? (5 minutes)