I have a confession. I’m not ashamed to talk about it any more. I suffer from huge anxiety when it comes to seeing the dentist. Had it since I was a kid.
Well, 18 years ago I was sleeping on a sofa-sleeper and rolled over and chipped my tooth on the metal bar. It got a little worse over time. I rode it out. I didn’t want to go to the dentist. When I finally did, the treatment wasn’t covered and would be a large out-of-pocket expense.
Many years later I broke a tooth. It didn’t hurt, so I let rode it out. I knew I had to go to the dentist. I would just do it later. That turned out to be a couple years later.
Fast forward to this week. I’m about to retire and my dental benefit will run out next month. It was time. I made the appointment and talked with Doctor Riach (the only dentist I trust, period). We worked up a plan that included IV sedation for my anxiety.
Today was the day. I’m pleased to announce all my teeth are fixed and I have my smile back! I can’t tell you how this makes me feel. To finally go in and get it done. To feel “whole” again. To not feel “ugly” anymore. Life’s already good. It just got better.
Why am I telling you about this? Because I made a promise to you to keep it real. Maybe this won’t mean anything to you. Maybe you’ll think I’m being ridiculous.
But maybe you’ll be inspired by it. Maybe you’ll feel a connection, that someone else feels the way you do. And now you know that someone that feels the way you do can overcome that. Now it’s your turn.
It’s now o’clock.