I hate going to the dentist. My sister and I had a horrible dentist as children, and as a result, I've been terrified of dental visits ever since. To make things worse, I have terrible teeth thanks to genetics. While I no longer seem to get cavities, I do have old fillings that are breaking down, so my fear of the dentist is now more of a fear of the dental bills I'll have to incur for crowns. Ouch!
So, um, I've avoided going for about a year-and-a-half because my last visit wound up costing me $1700 for 3 crowns. (Please don't lecture me about this, Mama!) I'm just not ready for that again.
But I discovered last night that I've chipped a tooth. It's one of those teeth with old fillings, so I guess this was bound to happen, but it means I can't put off going any longer.
I'm now scheduled for 9:10am on Thursday. Sweaty palms, queasy stomach, fast breathing await me that morning. Perhaps I should re-read The Hiding Place before I go, because that book is what got me through those 3 crowns last time. I kept telling myself, "If Corrie Ten Boom could survive Ravensbrook, I can survive the dentist." Probably a poor comparison, but that just goes to show you how scared I am of dental work!
Wish me luck!