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Well, yesterday I had my birthday. No longer a teenager and still not fully legal, but it's not very important. I got up and started cleaning the house because a certain someone is visiting today! DS is making the 3 1/2 hour drive to spend the day with me, and I'm SO glad because yesterday was not the best birthday in the world.
I hate the dentist to begin with. Every time I go they find something wrong with me. For a while, every time I went they would say I needed to get braces, and it took them until I was about 15 to realize that I don't have four teeth between my bottom canines. I lost two teeth stuck together when I was little, and only one grew back! Then the last time I went for a normal check up and cleaning they said my wisdom teeth will have to come out. Lovely. Let's just hope they don't have a growth spurt until next summer. I really don't want them out over Christmas break when there are so many goodies to be eaten! (though it might help prevent Christmas season weight gain!) But before they said my wisdom teeth have absolutely no room to come in, they said I had 'decay' in one of my molars. I had noticed it as well, so it had to be kind of bad, but they never led me to believe that it would be anything more than sand blasting the nastiness out and filling it in.
Well, about the time I was born 20 years ago yesterday, I was sitting in the dentist's office waiting for them to call me back for my filling. I was supposed to go in at 3:20, but they didn't take me back until about 3:50. When I finally got back there they gave me a magazine to read and said I had to wait until the dentist could come and give me my shots. At this point I freaked out and managed not to get upset. I was completely unprepared for having my mouth numbed and my tooth drilled. I suppose it was better than knowing I was going to have it done before I got to the office, but still. Waiting about fifteen minutes again until she came back to give me the shots was not the most fun thing in the world. I had two on my left side which wasn't too bad. But having my first experience of shots in the mouth on my birthday was NOT fun.
After the ordeal at the dentist we went out to eat at Macaroni Grill to celebrate. I couldn't open my mouth very big, and I ate mostly bread and two of my six ravioli. Thankfully my mouth was fairly normal by the time we ate my birthday cheesecake that night and I was surprised with some things to open for my birthday.
I got:
I hate the dentist to begin with. Every time I go they find something wrong with me. For a while, every time I went they would say I needed to get braces, and it took them until I was about 15 to realize that I don't have four teeth between my bottom canines. I lost two teeth stuck together when I was little, and only one grew back! Then the last time I went for a normal check up and cleaning they said my wisdom teeth will have to come out. Lovely. Let's just hope they don't have a growth spurt until next summer. I really don't want them out over Christmas break when there are so many goodies to be eaten! (though it might help prevent Christmas season weight gain!) But before they said my wisdom teeth have absolutely no room to come in, they said I had 'decay' in one of my molars. I had noticed it as well, so it had to be kind of bad, but they never led me to believe that it would be anything more than sand blasting the nastiness out and filling it in.
Well, about the time I was born 20 years ago yesterday, I was sitting in the dentist's office waiting for them to call me back for my filling. I was supposed to go in at 3:20, but they didn't take me back until about 3:50. When I finally got back there they gave me a magazine to read and said I had to wait until the dentist could come and give me my shots. At this point I freaked out and managed not to get upset. I was completely unprepared for having my mouth numbed and my tooth drilled. I suppose it was better than knowing I was going to have it done before I got to the office, but still. Waiting about fifteen minutes again until she came back to give me the shots was not the most fun thing in the world. I had two on my left side which wasn't too bad. But having my first experience of shots in the mouth on my birthday was NOT fun.
After the ordeal at the dentist we went out to eat at Macaroni Grill to celebrate. I couldn't open my mouth very big, and I ate mostly bread and two of my six ravioli. Thankfully my mouth was fairly normal by the time we ate my birthday cheesecake that night and I was surprised with some things to open for my birthday.
I got:
- Agatha Christie mystery book
- Coldplay's new CD Viva la Vida
- A Vera Bradly wrist-wallet that I'll be able to carry around my phone, ID and some money around in at school. Very handy! (and cute)