Worry Wart.

If there was a talent I was well and truly born with, it would be worrying.

I worry an awful lot, even if I do keep it to myself most of the time. Whenever I'm in a new situation, or a situation I'm not entirely comfortable with, I experience the familiar twinges in my stomach and the faint feeling of panic rising in my chest. It's not to the point where I can't function, but it's certainly noticeable; I'm beginning to understand how people simply cannot cope whilst suffering anxiety.

Most times the worrying will cease after I force myself to dive in headfirst and deal with whatever the situation is. If it's driving somewhere unfamiliar, I'm fine once I have found my bearings. If it's talking to a stranger, or having to sound knowledgeable for a phone interview, I tend to ramble away my worries. The longer I leave it though, the longer the worries get the better of me.

Today, I've been worrying. Alot. All day, in fact. It started from when I woke up this morning, most likely due to the dream I can't quite remember properly. Having a dental appointment that I'm terrified about, in a new surgery in a different suburb, directly after school? Also doesn't help.

Unfortunately, I can't do much about easing this worry. I've been paranoid of dentists for years (and have even blogged about it) but the fact that I've been thinking about it all day today, is telling me that I'm blowing this fear way out of proportion. I think it's the fact that I know I have at least two cavities that will need filling, added to the fact that I'll be meeting a new dentist, and not to mention the dreaded costs involved in visiting one, but still. Am worried.

All I can do is grit my teeth and be a big girl. Do you think it would be too much to ask for my momma to come hold my hand in the dentist chair?

Edit: I braved it, by myself. Despite my worst fears that I would need every tooth extracted involving copious amounts of pain (and money), I didn't even need a filling! I know, pick me up off the floor with that one. Insane. They cleaned my teeth, berated me for not flossing, and gave me a goodie bag with a toothbrush, toothpaste, floss and mouthwash. I'm sold.