I've deduced that I can take on responsibility for a hospital, live apart from my husband for a year, survive the real estate drama from H-E-Double-Hockeysticks, and speak in front of 200 people without practicing......but I cannot go to the dentist. I can't stand it. I'd rather spend the day in line at the license bureau. Or maybe in line at the grocery store with a screaming baby in front of me!
I have a four-hour dentist visit scheduled, to have a couple of old cavities fixed, a couple of new ones fixed, and a couple fixed, well, to balance out the metal in my mouth. I've always taken good care of my teeth, but it appears that since the brunt of my childhood was spent drinking well water, my dentist discovered areas of weak enamel. So while most of this is proactive to keep small cavities from getting larger, it's the first time I've ever had a dentist prescribe painkillers with explicit directions to take the first pill the moment I walk in the door at the dentist. My discomfort with the whole situation is quickly escalating to panic and anxiety. So yes, I can speak to hundreds of people but cannot face the dentist's chair.
But hey, at least my priorities are straight. And now that I'm giving my dentist so much revenue that he'll finally be able to install that pool, maybe he'll throw in a free tooth-whitening.
Y'know, if I have any teeth left after this!
Come on.. Dr. Mag is okay...and it's better than losing them...but ... when I have novocaine I have my appointment at the end of the day so I can sleep off its effects...be brave!
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