It's irrational also.
Everything's fine and cute. I'll lie down, open wide, all good.
But as soon as the tools dissappear into my mouth I blank. I tense up, heartbeat spikes, sweating. Once I tensed up to hard I accidentally ripped off the armrest and gave the poor dentist a black eye.
I've been looking at this comment for a couple of minutes now, and I can't let it go.
I sometimes (at least once a day) am very aware of my mortality, the fact that I'm over half, what's the use etc. No death wish, don't get me wrong. It HAS and IS seriously influencing my day to day life, up to the point I made life decisions based on these feelings.
My wife got into reading via the sword of truth by Terry goodkind.