I hate visiting the dentist. I hate it with the entire core of my being.
My fear of the dentist is so deep-rooted that I will do all it takes to avoid the visit; I will even go to the extent of brushing my teeth thrice in a day. (Yes, now I know that too much brushing is not good too.)
But one of my chewing teeth started feeling sensitive for a few days, and I continued chewing on the other side, hoping it would automatically disappear if I ignored it long enough. (Like I do with some things in my life.) But it was as adamant as I was. Of course, it was a part of me. (eyes rolling)