I’ve got to go to the dentist tomorrow morning and I’m scared. I haven’t been to the dentist in about four years and by any standards that’s pretty bad but for me, it’s awful. I have had extensive dental work done in the past and I vowed that I would always get my check ups and cleanings. Except that I didn’t. And the longer it went between visits, the more scared I became of going.
I’m afraid I’ll get into trouble or something.
Or I’m afraid I’ll have major problems and it will be painful — both physically and in the purse.
And then, awhile ago, some niggling little pain started in one tooth and I think it spread to another and I can no longer deny it. Something’s amiss.
I had a dream last week that my dentist called me personally and told me to come in right away and so the next morning, I made the appointment.
On a less anxious note, I picked some sloes yesterday:
I’m going to make sloe gin to give away to friends and family at Christmas.
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That’s so cute. I’m the same and I have this remarkable dentist. She understands my fear. So …last time I went in after a longgggg absence, I was sure it was a root canal. I’d had pain. I had the appointment but I was late and kind of tardy well … she did the big xray where you stand still and the machine goes round you. I heard a yelp, an ‘ohmygod’ from her viewing the results place. I died a 1000 deaths. She came through laughing and said, ‘there’s nothing. honestly!’ Good luck 🙂
Thanks for the empathy, Di. I’m sure if anything major has to be done I’ll be complaining about it on my blog. But I’m going to woman-up and take my lumps and boy will I be happy when it’s all over tomorrow… no matter what the outcome.
This is me, to a tee. Fear is the only thing that gets me to the dentist. Fear that if I don’t, I will not have any teeth left!!!! I can’t begin to tell you how I loathe going, but I go anyway, regularly. Yay for you! I hope the outcome was good.