D Day
D as in Dentist.
D as in Don’t wanna go!
I have a dentist appointment in less than 1 hour. I haven’t gotten in the shower yet. I am dreading (oh, another D word!) this little appointment.
This little reminder that I am not perfect. I used to have a mouth that I bragged about (oh, get your mind out of the gutter!). I had no cavities in my adult teeth and only 1 cavity in my entire life in a tooth that fell out decades ago.
This little reminder that I’m getting older. And things fall apart as we get older.
This little reminder that I am afraid of so many things. Needles. Heights. Falling. Flying. Pulblic speaking. Death. Adult acne (which I also have today).
This little reminder that I should be taking better care of myself. I found out about this cavity last week at my first dental appointment in about 8 years.
Crap. Now it’s in less than 50 minutes.
