Fear.

I'm afraid. I'm afraid of everything. I mean EVERYTHING. But let's all focus on my fear of the day. Dentists. Not really for the drilling, spitting, and scraping....more for the shots. Not even really the shot itself. The medicine. Let's get right down to the heart of things. The medication. I won't even take NyQuil. Yeah. That bad. If it can't be cured by Tylenol or Aspirin, it better not happen to me. Until now. I have a toothache. And I mean TOOTHACHE. Constant and unrelenting since last Thursday. Well, that is what happens when you are afraid of the dentist. Things get neglected. I tried my best for years. I brush twice daily (or more when I can), floss, rinse with mouthwash (ahh fresh...). No good. I had children. I broke two teeth. Count em. Two. Dos. Ouch. Well the second has come to haunt me. I have been in so much pain for the last 6 days. I finally gave in and went to the dentist. He was amazing. Everyone was so understanding of my fear. But they can't fix it until next Wednesday. Stupid insurance. Guess I need an approval....no fun. So until then, guess I pray. Pray for some relief. It must come, right?