Dentist day. I survived. I didn't cry. Just minor panic attacks but my dental assistant, she is so sweet, she held my hand and talked me through it. I always thought it was funny that in aerobics class the instructors remind you to breathe. When I go to the dentist and he is working on me, I have to remind myself to breathe. I just sit there and hold my breath. Not good. What was good was that while I was waiting to be called-one of my most nervous times-I was able to calm down and almost meditate. I used a couple different mudras and they really seemed to help. The rest of the time was awful, one of the worst dentist experiences. Not the dentists' fault though, just one of those things. I don't want to talk about it though, this is supposed to be good stuff. Here's some good stuff-percocet!