How much fun can a girl have? Today is the day I go to the dentist. I’m trying to remember when I went last. I know it was after we signed the contract on the house here but, before I left because I talked to my hygienist about taking the chickens because we knew for sure we were moving. OK . . checked my calendar and it was in August, 2020. Not horrible . . I should go every six months but at least it hasn’t quite been a year. I’m not sure . . maybe I cancelled that August appointment because we were coming back and forth to MO so much. I suppose at this point it doesn’t really matter . . just so I go again.
I ended up just picking a dentist from the online listings. Let’s hope it all goes well. I can make myself sick thinking about going to the dentist but I know I have to do it. I keep telling myself that. Right up until the time they have me captive in that chair, I’m thinking about cancelling or running out the door.
OK . . I’m an adult. I can do this! I’d rather have a colonoscopy than go to the dentist . . or at least that’s what I’m saying today.