Facing My Fears — Why I’m Still Scared Of The Dentist

There is a valid reason

I had to face a rather big fear of mine today. The dreaded dentist. I haven’t been for five years. I know shocking right? No one likes going to the dentist, but my total and utter fear makes me avoid it altogether.

The last time I went in, one of my back teeth had broken, I didn’t go straight away, I went a few months later when it started becoming unbearably painful. Because of this, I had to have a root canal.

It wasn’t as bad as I had imagined in my head, but during the procedure, I flinched and ended up swallowing some weird orange stuff they were using which then ended up coming out of my nose for the rest of the day. It was vile and I felt very sorry for myself, I even cried on the phone to my mum.

This being my last memory of visiting the dentist, I am sure you can understand why I have since avoided it.

I decided to soften the blow by going to see my best friend the night before, she cooked us a nice healthy dinner to help me stick to my healthy regime, although I’m not sure sharing 3 bottles of red wine is part of that. Oops.

Luckily I don’t get hangovers but I did feel rather tired and groggy the following morning, which put my plans for the day out of sorts. I didn’t do my Cardio Hiit, I didn’t have my green tea (to blast my belly fat) and I didn’t have the right breakfast.