today is a day.
Today is one of those days where I am not sure if it is good or bad. It is one of both. I woke up this morning with this persistent fucking pain in my jaw. Called the dentist and they told me to come right down. This was awkward because today was food shopping day for the grandparents -- so they're in the car too.
Turns out my bottom right wisdom tooth has to be pulled, so we head off to the freakin' facial surgeon, who puts me on all these antibiotics because my gums are infected, and tells me that we should take out all four of my wisdom teeth. I'm like... okay, this'll be fun. So now I'm booked in on Monday to have all my wisdom teeth extracted under local anesthetic.
The surgeon thought it was strange how I didn't want to be put under, and I explained to him I'm absolutely petrified of going to sleep and never waking up, and also of regaining consciousness while under the muscle relaxant and being able to feel every single thing they're doing to me but being unable to tell them. BIG fear.
The bonus to my day of walking around with a fucked jaw was I finally got the new watch I'd been eyeing. (So big and sparkly.) Also, my stuff off TradeMe arrived and I picked up the latest issue of Girlfriend (a magazine I despise but the cover was Paul and Ian, so I'm not gonna complain too much.)
So then I thought my day wasn't too bad after all, but then I get home feeling a little ill, and lo -- I have a lovely, raging period. So now my stomach is fucked, by mouth is fucked. I can not eat and I do not want to move, but --
My mother took pity upon me and rung the phone company and now I have a lovely 20GB extra of Internet to play with! Yay 40GB!
As you can see, complete ups and downs. (Oh, and did I mention to have my teeth pulled it's going to cost me about $1500? That's a definite down.)
Turns out my bottom right wisdom tooth has to be pulled, so we head off to the freakin' facial surgeon, who puts me on all these antibiotics because my gums are infected, and tells me that we should take out all four of my wisdom teeth. I'm like... okay, this'll be fun. So now I'm booked in on Monday to have all my wisdom teeth extracted under local anesthetic.
The surgeon thought it was strange how I didn't want to be put under, and I explained to him I'm absolutely petrified of going to sleep and never waking up, and also of regaining consciousness while under the muscle relaxant and being able to feel every single thing they're doing to me but being unable to tell them. BIG fear.
The bonus to my day of walking around with a fucked jaw was I finally got the new watch I'd been eyeing. (So big and sparkly.) Also, my stuff off TradeMe arrived and I picked up the latest issue of Girlfriend (a magazine I despise but the cover was Paul and Ian, so I'm not gonna complain too much.)
So then I thought my day wasn't too bad after all, but then I get home feeling a little ill, and lo -- I have a lovely, raging period. So now my stomach is fucked, by mouth is fucked. I can not eat and I do not want to move, but --
My mother took pity upon me and rung the phone company and now I have a lovely 20GB extra of Internet to play with! Yay 40GB!
As you can see, complete ups and downs. (Oh, and did I mention to have my teeth pulled it's going to cost me about $1500? That's a definite down.)