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.