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'Courage is being afraid but going on anyhow' - courtesy of cheesy day calendar with phrases sometimes of significance but most of just cheese.

D and I had our first dentist appointments today in Belfast. We hadn't been in two years so needless to say, I was slightly nervous about the cavity..er GRAVITY of the mouth situation.

After my yes and no answers, (picture the soup n*zi from Seinfeld) the friendly dentist said, 'Okay, let's have a look in there..'

I opened wide and waiting with bated breath...Hopeful lovely Listerine-smelling breath too..

She started talking about each tooth and its quality. Thank goodness I have been here long enough to know 'sound' is actually another word for good or okay. Sound as a pound.

I was delighted as she said '4..sound..5,6 7, sound...' and so on. There were a few teeth that had other words about them but I can only guess that they were in dentist code speak and was happy that at least 'sound' was used more often than the others.

She cleaned my teeth, me still slightly silent but at least brave enough at this point to mention that I was heading home for my sister's wedding tomorrow (wowee wowee wowee!).

She asked me to spit and as I sat back in the chair I realised it was now the moment of truth.

The x-rays were developed. She look down at them squinty a bit. I looked over at her apprehensively.

She cocked her head towards me, looked up at me and smiled 'Perfect'.

PERFECT??!?!?!?!!? FROM A DENIST??? AN A+++++++++++++++?

I beamed back, in a surprised voice, 'Really??? Great stuff!'

I couldn't help but feel like a grade school kid after a pop quiz.

I waited in the lobby for D until he was finished and we left together. I told him I was so relieved that that was over because I was slightly concerned about the fact we hadn't gone in two years.

'I know, honey', he said. 'That's because you're a worry wart'

I smiled because he is right. I am.

And then arrived in the office to see that it is more important to worry but still go ahead then to not worry at all.

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I will be posting leading up to the wedding so this blog will become a bridesmaid-familydrama blog for the next week...

stay tuned and enjoy..

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