I’m putting off going to bed tonight, because tomorrow when I get up, I’m going to the dentist, get all my teeth pulled, and have dentures fitted. I’ve always had a phobia of anything dental, so this is making me feel so sick to my stomach. I dread the pain, since they won’t be putting me “out.” I hope they will at least freeze everything.
Tomorrow morning I’ll brush my teeth for the very last time. Poor teeth. They almost made it to my 49th birthday. I turn 49 on May 12. I refused to get it done on that day, but I’m so sad I may not get the special birthday dinner I always look forward to each year.
I know this is not the worst thing that could happen, but it’s scaring me more than some of the bigger things. I’ll be glad when it’s over.