I have a really long dentist appointment this morning, and because I'm a total wimp, I'll take some happy pills so that I don't get all crazy in the dentist's chair. A few years ago I would have judged the heck out of anyone who needed to do this. But now? I just don't care. They can try all of the soft music or TV distractions they can muster. After a certain amount of time I'm just toast, so I'm glad for my little pills.
Am I the only one to think this, but why is it that every time I go to the dentist or doctor for one thing, it turns out to be something else and the treatment is way more complicated than I'd expect. And the treatment is worse than the original problem?