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I sort of feel like I'm talking to myself, but it occurred to me that I'm actually listening and it makes me feel better. Plus I have a pretty decent ability to empathize with myself, having had similar life experiences.
And just for those of you lurking behind the screen, yes, I did mean that to be somewhat amusing.
I'm going out tomorrow. It's not quite a cross between Star Trek and Star Wars, (A galaxy far far away where no one has gone before.) because my new² dentist is there. I'm keeping my fingers virtually crossed that I will not be needing a new³ dentist. But it is more than twice my comfort-zone radius. Normally if I'm going that far from home, I need several days to mentally prepare. Monday to Thursday is just enough to go there and come straight home afterward, but it's far enough away (>10 miles) that I need something else to do nearby. I sketched a map, made sure I have something easy in my knitting bag, that the waiting-room reading is still in it. I demo-ed my outfit for tomorrow and moved all my pocket junk to the new pants. I cleaned a water bottle... because you know, they probably don't have water there. It's practically in the desert, hell, it's practically in Arkansas.
I'm feeling enormously brave. I'm a) going to the dentist by myself b) going to a new dentist by myself c) going all the way off yonder, past where the map ends, into the "here there be dragons!" fuzzy area... and I'm doing it by myself.
I'm also feeling more than a little ridiculous. It's ten freaking miles. I own a car. How the fuck did I get to the point that being 10 miles from home scares me half to death? And not only that it scares me, but to the point that I'm pleased with myself for sucking it up and going anyway? How completely and totally pathetic I am.
But, just in case. I might put my phone in the bag tonight so I don't forget it.
And just for those of you lurking behind the screen, yes, I did mean that to be somewhat amusing.
I'm going out tomorrow. It's not quite a cross between Star Trek and Star Wars, (A galaxy far far away where no one has gone before.) because my new² dentist is there. I'm keeping my fingers virtually crossed that I will not be needing a new³ dentist. But it is more than twice my comfort-zone radius. Normally if I'm going that far from home, I need several days to mentally prepare. Monday to Thursday is just enough to go there and come straight home afterward, but it's far enough away (>10 miles) that I need something else to do nearby. I sketched a map, made sure I have something easy in my knitting bag, that the waiting-room reading is still in it. I demo-ed my outfit for tomorrow and moved all my pocket junk to the new pants. I cleaned a water bottle... because you know, they probably don't have water there. It's practically in the desert, hell, it's practically in Arkansas.
I'm feeling enormously brave. I'm a) going to the dentist by myself b) going to a new dentist by myself c) going all the way off yonder, past where the map ends, into the "here there be dragons!" fuzzy area... and I'm doing it by myself.
I'm also feeling more than a little ridiculous. It's ten freaking miles. I own a car. How the fuck did I get to the point that being 10 miles from home scares me half to death? And not only that it scares me, but to the point that I'm pleased with myself for sucking it up and going anyway? How completely and totally pathetic I am.
But, just in case. I might put my phone in the bag tonight so I don't forget it.
