Keeping Up with My Resolutions

One of the resolutions I made for 2009 was to do something outside of my comfort zone each month. This month I chose to do something that most people would not consider out of the ordinary, but for me and my slight *cough*cough* slight agoraphobia this was a huge step.

While I wish I could say that I stayed away from the dentist office, I can't. Dr. M. and I are now on a first name basis and are trading book titles back and forth. At this point she's also giving me free toothpaste (and not the small tubes, but the large ones!) and free fluoride treatments for me to put on my teeth at home. I guess I learned my lesson the hard way...I used to only brush my teeth once a day...then upgraded to twice. I now brush 2-3 times a day and try to use some type of fluoride treatment. As I have learned...brush your teeth ALL THE FRICKIN' TIME. Especially if you have bad teeth to begin with.

Anyway, on to my original subject: my brush with agoraphobia. I hate going out to public places with people I don't really know (or care for), or in places that I'm not familiar. This past Sunday I did both of those things.

R.School had the faculty supper at St0kes. Since this was a Mexican restaurant (I'll spare you the details about me getting sick), I was nervous regarding my food allergies/tolerances. To top it all off, while I like most of the faculty members I work with, there are some that drive me up the wall. But, Jeff and I went anyway. He had the shrimp pasta (which I do not have a tolerance for) while I had the chicken with (jalapeno!) bbq sauce. We sat with the new English teacher who is a couple years younger than me, and his fiance. It wasn't too bad, and I got some social points in with the faculty.

I did however drink somewhere between 5-6 glasses of iced tea due to my nerves, and had to use the restroom frequently. And, while the salad was quite good (and the croutons to die for!) I became ill from the bbq sauce. It was very hot with jalapenos, which they didn't say anything about when I asked, and had some other spices in it. After I took one bit I couldn't eat anything more. Nothing. Notta. I felt bad for wasting food, but I was sweating and couldn't handle it anymore.