“the doctor said you needed to go in and get more blood work.” i told the hubby.
“don’t worry i will.” the hubby, the great procrastinator, said.
when the doctor says your blood work is all messed up, and to come back in and get it re-done, that just seems like something you take care of immediately.
“i will make the appointment.” i said.
“no, you will not.” he said.
“yes, i will.” i said.
“i will go when you make a dentist appointment to get your teeth cleaned.” he triumphed.
stalemate for approximately 2 seconds, dental appointment made.
see, i have a severe dental phobia.
the last time i had my teeth cleaned was 24 years ago.
on monday, i faced that fear and went.
my blood pressure is usually 117/72.
at the dentist office the first reading was 142/96.
“that is really high.” the hygienist said. (why don’t they just…
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