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Remember my horrific* experience of going to the dentist the day before we flew to Berlin?

Well today I have to leave a course early so I can go and let the dentist decide if the tooth has to come out (surely it came “out” when I did? De-dum-tsh!) or if it needs a permenant filling! (Did I tell you the horrific story she told me about the tooth and how an abcess was growing from the gum up and my tooth has cracked up the middle?)

It’s not even time to leave the house for the course and I already feel sick and want to cry!

And if that isn’t bad enough I can’t stop singing The Gambler by Kenny Rogers!

*She was very nice really and put me at ease very well.

So some of you may remember a few months ago I blogged about how half a tooth had fallen out.

Well last week the pain became stupid but I managed to get over it.

My fear of dentists and all things toothy means I haven’t done anything about it.

This morning the pain has made me throw up.

So I took a brave step and headed to the dentist. I have an appointment at 2pm.

I am fucking petrified. And I mean it quite literally. I cannot stop shaking. I’m on the verge of tears. The pain is excruciating and I just want to curl up in bed and call my mother.

I’ve never made a dentist appointment on my own and never been to see one on my own.

Today I will… I hope!

Now, if you’ll excuse me I still have some vomit to bring up and need to take quite a number of different tablets just to get me out the door.