Darryl you really do not want to see me topless.
Warning! Bad things happened to me, stop reading now if you don't care!
So I was supposed to drive out to Lockport yesterday to have my fillings done. As I mentioned earlier, I am fucking terrified of needles - when they had to give me bloodwork a few years back, they had to actually physically restrain me. So the whole last month has been me, psyching myself up into accepting that they're going to jab a needle into my gums (assuming it would be the same place it's always been) after gassing me up. Instead, when I get there, after telling them that I have problems with needles (three times, I told them), they just try to stick me with it and I sit up and tell them I can't handle it, and they don't try to help, they just tell me to lay down again and it won't hurt. I ended up leaving.
I went out to my car and just ended up crying and swearing at myself because I hate myself for not being able to take a fucking needle, and have been seriously pissed off at self for the past day now.
When my father asked me how it went, and I explained it to him, he ended up getting pissed off at me and telling me in not so many words that I'm a coward. Then he went on and on about his friends who have toothaches, and everytime he'd start to bring up someone else, I'd say "okay" real quietly and he ended up yelling at me, at which point I turned and walked away, whereupon he decided to run after me, yelling at me that he's going to kick my fucking ass, and I told him that I'll call the cops if he does, and he told me that I have no respect for him if I do. I told him I'm moving out, then, and I mean it, I just have no idea how to manage this.