Scared of the dentist

I think this is a common theme a lot of people seem to be a part of, being scared of the dentist. I am going at 10 AM tomorrow and have been stressing about it all day. The time before last was the first time in years since I last saw a dentist, mainly because I could not afford one and had no dental insurance. After the x-rays he advised me my teeth were in pretty good shape for a 33 year old that had not seen a dentist in over 15 years. I did have 4 small cavities though, one in each of my back molars and that my wisdom teeth had no room to come out and he was surprised they were not giving me issues and that I had not had them out when I was younger.

I made the appointment to come back to have the cavities filled, however something came up and I canceled the appointment with the promise I would call back the next week and re-schedule. Needless to say I did not. A few months later one of the molars with a cavity cracked and then a small piece broke off, after a day it was sore so I called and went back in, he told me I had an abscess and would need a root canal or the tooth pulled. So I made the appointment and he put a temporary filling in that never hardened. I wasn’t bothering me and stupid me, I never made an appointment to go back.

I miss my boyfriend…

It seems a really odd thing to say when he is sitting here next to me on the dock fishing but it’s kinda true.

It’s a bit hard to explain but lately I feel like he is slowly slipping away from me. It’s hard sometimes to get him out of the house, with the exception of going fishing, which he usually readily agrees to.

I don’t know if it is depression, boredom, pain or something else but sometimes it just feels like he is here, but not here. It feels as if we are strangers living together. It’s so hard to get him to talk.

We talk about current affairs, things we’ve done, shows we’ve seen, etc. However the topic of the future always causes a topic change, or even downright avoidance. We can’t seem to get past the basics.

I know he’s concerned about his disease and the progress of it. I know the future is unknown. I know he is frustrated, confused, concerned and even depressed about it. I just wish he’d talk to me.

Intimacy seems to have dried up for the time being. We can’t seem to do much more then say good night and cling to our own side of the bed. It scares me.

The fireworks mess-up and my Birthday.

So if you’ve read any of the comments on my previous post you’ll know that I did not get any pictures of setting the fireworks off on the beach. Of the whole trip really. I did get a few instagram pictures with my iPhone of the trip but nothing really spectacular. We got half way to Digby before I realized that I had taken my camera out of my car the night before to take some pictures off of it and forgot to put it back in. I was not a happy camper (litterally I guess)

Taking pictures with my iPhone of fireworks never worked before when I had the iPhone 4 so I just assumed that it would not work this time. I guess I was wrong about that too. I found a lot of sites that show decent pictures of fireworks with the iPhone. Oh well…

I borrowed my Mom’s camera but I have to say I do not like it. All I got of the fireworks was some streaks, which could look pretty neat if it was pictures of streaks I wanted, however it was not. Even when trying to take pictures of trees uprooted, downed power lines and stuff from Arthur (which was downgraded to a powerful tropical storm from a category 2 hurricane by the time it hit) it did not work very well.

Hurricanes and fireworks

Yesterday was Canada Day. Much like Independence Day in the US, it’s our day to celebrate our country and OUR confederation, where we became the federal Dominion of Canada on July 1st, 1867.  There is usually day long celebrations including concerts, events and fireworks. Every town and city celebrates.

I worked from 9-5 (which I get double-time for, yay!) and then we went to Cory’s sisters place for a barbecue. We planned on going to the fireworks in the evening but didn’t end up going, we did watch some from our balcony though.

I am not too bummed about the fireworks, Sunday is my birthday, I will be 34 (I am getting old) and we are going to Digby, to the beach camping for the weekend with my family. We are supposed to be setting off fireworks sometime over the weekend.

That was until we got word that tropical storm Arthur is headed our way and expected to make landfall (potentially as a hurricane) on Saturday. We are still going to the beach camping. Yes I know, my family is got to be the only family I know that is planning to not only go camping during a tropical storm possibly turned hurricane, but also to be camping on a beach at the ocean. Should be interesting.