So, I did it. I finally worked up the courage to make a dentist appointment.
I have not seen a dentist since switching to bulimia many many years ago. I try to take good care of my teeth, but I know I have cavities. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if every tooth has one. I’m worried, I’m not going to lie.
I’m not worried about getting work done. And, generally, dentists don’t scare me. However, I’m afraid I’m going to go in and they’re going to be like, “Well, it looks like we’ll have to take out all your teeth.”
My appointment is Wednesday afternoon. I’m glad it’s soon so I don’t have it to “look forward to” for very long.