- Jun 23, 2019
Well. I went for my impressions today. My husband asked if I wanted him to go with me, and I said no, I’ll be fine. Lol. Yeah that was a lie. I feel like such an idiot, but I got through it. I thought I was getting through this stupid phobia, but it’s still lurking, waiting to pounce and make me want to run away and hide. 2 & 1/2 weeks until my next appointment, for the full extraction. And, bonus points.... the doctor said that because of one of my medications, I may not go under as deeply as someone not taking that medicine. So I can add this mess to the rest of the messes in my life right now. I’m so tired of struggling through each day, and nothing is getting easier.