Picked up my prescription pills for post-wisdom teeth extraction this coming Friday morning. (Hopefully these prescription pills won’t turn me into an old lady) Can you see how excited I am?!!!
In all honesty, I am terrified. I have no idea why. I don’t think it’s the surgery I’m worried about, it’s the healing that I’m scared of. Dry sockets, the likelyhood of going back to work in three days… I know it sounds silly, because of what I do for a living. I’ve never had any kind of surgery before, never had as much as a cavity in my life (knock on wood!). All day long, I tell patients not to worry because “getting your wisdom teeth out is no big thang.” I decided to go in for my consultation to get my own wisdom teeth out, because 1.) My bottom right molar bothers me sometimes. 2.) It’s no bueno to wait until they start causing bigger problems. and 3.) Quite honestly, it’s hypocritical of me not to. I went in to see an oral surgeon and good friend of my boss, and straight up started to cry like a baby mid-consult. Needless to say, I’ll be getting sedated via IV and I’ll be carried home by Jason after getting all four wisdom teeth extracted. But, if I’m anything like my father who is up and walking a couple hours after major surgeries, I’ll be just fine.
Next Friday, I’m getting my tattoo consultation by Chris Lowe in Odenton, MD. I’m incredibly excited to meet this guy. He’s world renowned and extremely talented… the perfect artist for my artwork designed by Rebecca Ladds.
Next weekend, my roommates and I are moving into a beautiful DC rowhouse. It’s going to be awesome. It’s big and yellow, it has a front/back yard (gardening!), a big front and back porch, lots of light, a great kitchen… and if we find an additional roommate, I’ll be paying nearly $300 less per month than I am paying currently. WORTH IT.
boop!
