One of the commitments I made to myself was to get the one thing I hate about myself fixed.
I have been cursed with bad teeth. Due to faulty genetics, I have very little enamel on my teeth and they are extremely prone to decay. I am completely OCD about taking care of them, but it doesn't ever seem to make a difference.
This has translated, as I'm sure is no surprise, to a huge dentist phobia.
The last dentist we went to was not the nicest person. I felt very judged and was extremely self conscious about my mouth. I remember, she even asked me if I ever brushed my teeth. Yikes.
I haven't been in 3 years. For my husband this wouldn't be an issue. For me - catastrophic. I currently have 2 teeth that have broken beyond repair, and 2 other molars that need to have a major overhaul performed on them. Not to mention the other teeth...
So, when I brought the boys to the dentist this past week (a new one) I asked to schedule an appointment to have my broken teeth looked at. Lucky me, they had an opening right then and I was able to get over it. Dr. B. was amazing. He was sympathetic to my embarassment and was so reassuring and supportive. I had all my x-rays done and will return in January for the first apppointment toward my new choppers.
I know it's hard to believe, but this is such a huge step for me. Last year at this time I never would have even thought of doing this.
I feel so good.