I'm never sure if a clown is going to make me die with laughter, or laugh at me while I'm dying...because he stabbed me.
The drill had fallen snugly under my tongue, severing a portion of my tongue connecter from the bottom of my mouth. The blood splattered across the dentist's goggles.
My recovery from rodent-induced meningitis was haunted by thoughts of rats and mice. Every night, I dreamed of mice running all over me.
Stepping inside a giant metal death trap sets off immediate physical symptoms of anxiety. My rapid heartbeat and shortness of breath lead to narrowing vision and dizziness, as my palms get sweaty.