Because I  journal and do morning stream of consciousness exercises,
I am again trying to participate in Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. 
I write to a timer, 15 minutes, no editing except spelling, and of course I add my art!
You can do it too!

Any day at the dentist is a bad day.  I hate them I really do.  Not the woman, but the profession.  I had two fillings and due to terrible experiences from age 14-35 with dentists who did not believe or understand that the pain meds were not working despite me screaming and crying I endured pain pain pain and so now the smell of the dentist and the sound of the drill sends me into  an actual anxiety attack. Shaking.  Really.

Any day mark-making is a good day, in the end.  I was able to draw for the teeth cleaning a month ago because they gave me only a Valium, but yesterday I took a muscle relaxer and a pain killer so I was well out of it and I still was shaking to much to make art, literally shaking — yes people do that when they are scared out of their minds.  So no art, no mark making, and so not a great day.  Walking through the market picking up dinner was an experience and I had to hold onto M’s arm for stability and was sleepy but there was cake.

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