- Oct 27, 2019
In two days I'm supposed to go for dental surgery. On Halloween of all days. If I go, which is extremely unlikely, it will be only the second time I've left my house in nearly 13 years. And I'm supposed to just roll up to the clinic, in broad daylight, sit there with more people than I've seen in years and then let some guy drill holes in my face ... And I don't understand why anyone thinks I can do this, when I can't even open my curtains or sit in my own garden. I feel so overwhelmed and pressured and no one seems to understand or care. I get why my support worker and daughter want me to go. The dentist came to my home, which I was also pressured into, and said I'm at very high risk of getting sepsis. So I get it. But getting it doesn't make any difference to the impossibility of achieving it. And I know if I don't go they're going to be furious with me and I just feel like I need a way out, but there isn't one ...