My Cheshire Cat Doorstop With Fear In Your Smile

Hello everyone...

I'm scared.

I went to the dentist yesterday and turns out that I have inherited faulty tooth enamel...my enamel is simply not protecting my teeth as it should. Even though I don't drink regular pop and I don't chew sugar gum and I don't suck on hard candies, my teeth are wearing away. And so my first root canal is Monday.

And more are to follow. At least two more.

I'm really scared. My roommate leaves town Saturday and Barry still isn't back. I know that there are people I could call in an emergency, but I really wouldn't feel comfortable with it. I've never had any sort of surgery and now I have to go in for this, alone...I know it's supposed to be a relatively simple procedure but apparently I've really screwed up this tooth.

So I'm going to spend my weekend swallowing penicillin, taking vicodin, and buying ibuprofen for the times that I can't take the hard stuff. I guess I should stock up on groceries also. Monday at 9am I go in and depending on how I feel I will either go home in pain or head back to work.

I think right now what I'm most frightened of is the unexpected. I don't know how this is going to go. I've never experienced anything like this.

And I don't do well with pain.