Be Prepared

It is exactly one hour until I have to leave my cosy office and my friendly ibook to go to the dentist for a long and probably complicated session. I love my dentist - he has been a mate for nearly 20 years - but I'm still dreading it. When I get there, he will make me laugh, remember to ask about husband, daughter, work and so on - but I'm still dreading it. He never hurts me, treats me beautifully, has great magazines in the waiting room and is as gentle as a kitten - but I'm still dreading it.

In preparation, I have tidied the desk, paid the bills, sorted out all my work for the foreseeable future,phoned two close friends, emailed the daughter, stocked up on essentials and eaten a hearty breakfast. In other words, I am behaving as though I'm about to face warfare or at least a siege! So what's that all about? 

I think the only reason I was a fantastic Brownie and then Girl Guide, was because I loved the motto about being prepared. (Actually, I think the Guide one was a bit more complicated but who cares?) It suited me even as a child to have my stuff in order and to plan at least two contingency options for 'just in case'. So, despite knowing that all will be fine in the chair this afternoon, everything is ready for me to go into complete meltdown instead. 

Perhaps I should just quickly update my will.

See you soon,

Angie