The Dentist!

I made it to my dentist today. My older son couldn’t make his appointment this morning so I took his place. This is the first time I had been back to the dentist since my diagnosis.

The cleaning is done and over with and a huge milestone for me because this bothered me terribly going back to my dentist’s office after I had to admit to him that I was diagnosed with hep c last spring. It was a struggle to tell him and I left him to the last person I had to tell.

My poor dentist knows that I have one huge dentist phobia. Ironically, all these years I was so fearful of picking up some heinous disease from a dentist that I would always insist on the first appointment of the day so I would be sure that all the instruments used for cleaning teeth would be fresh from the autoclave.

Even though I do not know where and when I picked up hep c the only possibility I have focused on since my diagnosis has been dental surgery in the 60’s & 70’s. We had a very skanky dentist in my home town at that time. He was a legend in skanky. However, as a child I also lined up for those inoculations and I keep wondering about those TB shots where they punctured us with the same instrument after clipping on a new plate.

Even though my dentist is immaculate and he assures me I am safe with him and patients who come in after me will be safe I am having a struggle with this aspect of my life.

I am a wreck with it.

Shot 11 was smooth and uneventful. Same old, same old, fatigue.