in which i am insecure about my teeth
I think something is wrong with the spot where they took out my right lower wisdom tooth. It twinges when I talk, and apparently I shouldn't. Also, it doesn't look like the area on the other side. This concerns me. This concerns me so badly that I took painkillers in the hope that they would ... do something. Which they haven't. Because it doesn't actually hurt. So, yeah, that was really logical of me.
Also, Sarah's mom let me borrow her Buffy. So, yes, my brother and I have now seen the whole first season of Buffy. It's exactly like those Meg Cabot Mediator books but with vampires instead of ghosts. If someone had told me that earlier, I would have been more keen to watch the show, because I really like those books.
Anyway, I think I'm going to go to sleep now, because if I'm awake I'm only going to fret about my mouth thing. And, well, I get really really paranoid when things are wrong with my mouth. Like, I've gone to the dentist three times in the past six months because I thought I had cavities. Of course, each time, the dentist was like, "yeah, that's not a cavity, you're just overly paranoid." So, yeah, I don't ACTUALLY know that there's something wrong with my mouth, but man, I'm worried.
Also, I think I should note that I've chopped part of my finger off before and wasn't overly worried, pulled a muscle so badly that I heard it tear, injured my neck pretty badly (multiple times, yay), and had numerous other injuries and wasn't concerned at all. I'm just paranoid about my teeth, and things near my teeth. And, yeah, teeth. One of my worst fears is ... something to do with teeth. It's right behind "things poking my eye" and ahead of "telephones" and "twinkies." Because, yes, all of my worst fears begin with the letter T (okay, you kind of have to stretch, but it's an easy way to remember them). Okay, now I'm thinking about twinkies, which are slightly less scary than having things wrong with my teeth. Because for the most part, twinkies stay away from me, or I stay away from them, or something like that.
Also, Sarah's mom let me borrow her Buffy. So, yes, my brother and I have now seen the whole first season of Buffy. It's exactly like those Meg Cabot Mediator books but with vampires instead of ghosts. If someone had told me that earlier, I would have been more keen to watch the show, because I really like those books.
Anyway, I think I'm going to go to sleep now, because if I'm awake I'm only going to fret about my mouth thing. And, well, I get really really paranoid when things are wrong with my mouth. Like, I've gone to the dentist three times in the past six months because I thought I had cavities. Of course, each time, the dentist was like, "yeah, that's not a cavity, you're just overly paranoid." So, yeah, I don't ACTUALLY know that there's something wrong with my mouth, but man, I'm worried.
Also, I think I should note that I've chopped part of my finger off before and wasn't overly worried, pulled a muscle so badly that I heard it tear, injured my neck pretty badly (multiple times, yay), and had numerous other injuries and wasn't concerned at all. I'm just paranoid about my teeth, and things near my teeth. And, yeah, teeth. One of my worst fears is ... something to do with teeth. It's right behind "things poking my eye" and ahead of "telephones" and "twinkies." Because, yes, all of my worst fears begin with the letter T (okay, you kind of have to stretch, but it's an easy way to remember them). Okay, now I'm thinking about twinkies, which are slightly less scary than having things wrong with my teeth. Because for the most part, twinkies stay away from me, or I stay away from them, or something like that.