Blogging in My Lunacy!

When I'm filled with anxiety there are a number of areas I have trouble with.  One, I don't accessorize very well, sleeping is a struggle and even though I'm a teetotaler, (I must have been English in a past life), I totally understand why people need a drink.

Anyway, I may fear a lot, but I've never feared the dentist.  Husband and I have an on-going contest; who has the least cavities.  So far, for the past, I'd say, too many years to count, we are tied.  0-0. Pretty good, I'd say.  Last week I had my six month check-up.  I even had a full set of x-rays, "Perfect teeth," said the doc.  Later that day I got a call from the receptionist, "Doctor would like you to come back in.  He noticed something on your x-ray he'd like to check again."  Really?

Ok, I thought to myself.  It's no big deal.  Probably an old filling from years and years ago, needs some work.  But, maybe not, maybe I need a route canal or a tooth extraction.  OMG!

I didn't sleep for two nights straight and I felt queasy when I woke this morning.  I choked down two waffles, strawberries, a banana and a piece of cheese for breakfast, just in case I was numbed up.  No sense being stressed and hungry.

I feigned bravery as I sat in the exam chair, pale, my ponytail askew, and not an accessory in sight.
"Ok, lets see, open your mouth wide, turn your head a little to the right.  Nope.  Ok.  You can go."
"I can go?"
"Yep. You got off easy."  The doctor quipped as he snapped his rubber gloves off.
"I thought I saw something on the x-ray.  It's nothing.  Better to be safe than sorry."

"Of course."  I said as I leaped off the chair, quickly straightening out my hair, as though I hadn't given the morning's appointment a second thought.

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