So what, I hear you ask?
Well, I have a severe dental phobia and hadn't been for many, many years.
My teeth were vile and disgusting - and a couple were broken. In January, I broke a(nother) tooth and decided that I had to be a grown up and get it sorted.
In March I had extensive cleaning and filling done (under sedation) and it changed my life. The dentist even managed to save a damaged incisor which I had resigned myself to losing. An enormous weight has been lifted. My teeth are clean and intact.
Today was a routine follow up. I went, sat in the chair and had a check up - without the dentist needing to scrape me off the ceiling! I have made appointments for some follow up cleaning and for a 6 monthly check up.
Still struggling to remember that I don't need to smile with my mouth closed anymore.
It's a hard thing to talk about as I know that "most" people just go regularly and look after their teeth, but this was a massive deal to me.