electricland

In August, after 5 years of procrastination, I finally found a dentist. In October, I got around to making an appointment. I feel so mature.

So this morning I went to the dentist for the first time in over 5 years, somewhat freaked out by the notion, because previous visits to the dentist have ALWAYS involved a cavity at the very least, and after 5 years of neglect I didn't know what she was going to find but I had a feeling it wouldn't be good. (I am paranoid like this in many areas of my life, but it generally takes the form of hiding and hoping the problem will go away.)

She's about my age (this never fails to weird me out, although I should be getting used to it) with an 8-month-old baby who'd kept her up from 1 a.m. to 3 a.m. and woken her again at 5 and 7. Despite this she was very nice and didn't drop anything. And I have ONE cavity, behind an old filling that needs to be replaced anyway. This is the only thing she needs to do right now, she says, unless the pain in my jaw continues after it's fixed. The cleaning wasn't even that bad. I'm stunned.

Next up, I should resume the battle to find me a GP...