Perhaps one thing making it easier for me to resist the siren call of overeating right now is the fact that I have a mild toothache on the upper right side - the last molar in the back. It's been subtle and on and off for about 9 days - disappearing completely for a couple days and then asserting itself into my consciousness for a few hours here and there. It responds perfectly well to ibuprofen, but I haven't had to use it more than once a day, and not even every day. But I know this isn't going away...
This doesn't sound like a big deal except for one thing...I'm dental phobic. Or should I say DENTAL PHOBIC, as in terrified of going to the dentist. My dentist is a lovely kind funny man who caters to cowards - and yet I tremble at the thought of even picking up the phone and making the app't. So I haven't.
I didn't grow up being this way. One of my elementary school classmate's dad was the dentist to the masses at Madeira Beach Elementary School, and I had perfectly fine visits with him. No fear, no pain, no emotional trauma. I never needed braces. I'm not sure when this all kicked in but I think it was when I was living in my mid 20s and went to a friend's boyfriend who had just opened his own dental practice. I'm sure he was perfectly well trained and competent, but after working to do a root canal for 2 hours, he informed me, "I can't save this tooth," and ended up pulling it out. That may have been the inception of my phobia.
Anyway - I need to call and get an appointment. But the thought of having little metal items picking at my teeth literally sends shivers up my spine - I have goose bumps just typing about it. You can imagine that feeling as I do about the dentist means that I'm slightly over due for a visit - like about 4 years! I'm not this way about anything else. I was just telling a work friend about my phobia, and she said she'd rather have a C-Section than go to the dentist, to which I replied that I'd rather have an unmedicated vaginal birth - and I'm not kidding.
Am I the only blogger with this affliction? And are you thinking that I'm the MOST neurotic blogger, if not human being, EVER? I guess I need a pep talk, but no horror stories, please. I have to make this appointment in the next day or so - maybe for next week to give me time to wring my hands and gnash my teeth in fear. Thanks for listening!