Tomorrow morning I will become less wise and it's all the dentist's fault. He's planning on yanking out my last two wisdom teeth. I've been struggling with these two teeth for quite a few years now. They would grow a bit and then stop, grow and stop, grow and stop...I dealt with the pain and periodic annoyance of biting my cheek as the teeth begged for attention. My previous dentist said he wouldn't touch the two teeth, as the roots were "too long". He suggested I could go to an oral surgeon, but I didn't wanna. And then we moved and I finally got in to see my new dentist and I knew he was going to want my teeth. This guy isn't at all worried about causing nerve damage, etc. and, apparently, has a bit of oral surgery under his belt. I'm still nervous, though. It seems "things" never go as easily as I want them to. I keep worrying that I will be the one that dies from this surgery. Or that I'll have a paralyzed face for the rest of my life. The extractions are only supposed to take 30 minutes (well, depending on how long it takes for the numbing shots to kick in...as a redhead, it usually takes more to numb my mouth. sigh.) and Mathman is going with me but those 30 minutes are going to feel like an eternity. Fun fact: I'm a bit of a hypochondriac. So, hey. If you don't hear from me after tomorrow, it might very well be because my dentist killed me. And if I seem a little more, well, "dimwitted", y'all will know why! Seriously, folks. Pray for me. This thing has me a bit freaked out... |