The fear is setting in. I just heard a horror story about having a tooth extracted. Hmmm. Maybe it's fine in there, maybe it will get better in time. I bet once it breaks skin everything will be okay. I've gotten quite use to the lisp I speak with to lessen the pain of pronouncing an "S".
This morning for about 15 minutes I went back to the mind set of wanting to be a doctor or at least a nurse, but after that story I'm reminded of how squimish I can be and why I'm not in med school as we speak.

"The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love." -Galatians 5:6b