I broke a molar last week. It doesn't hurt, and my dentist was out of town all week, so I made an appointment for today to have it looked at. I love my dentist. He's great, the staff is great, the clinic itself is nice. And yet. I woke up two hours earlier that I wanted to this morning, stomach churning with nerves. WHY? Why? Why? Why? I'm comfortable with the processes and the people, I should not have anxiety about this appointment.
My doctor calls this "white coat fever". He says many folks get anxious before a trip to the doctor - any doctor. I hate it, though. I hate the physical feelings, and the emotional part isn't much better. I like to think of myself as a tough chick. Kind of hard to do when I really just want to hide in my closet until my appointment passes, LOL. Okay, I'm done stalling. Cross your fingers that I don't need a crown ~