The Joys of Surgery.
I'm scheduled for oral surgery tomorrow, since my two bottom wisdom teeth are apparently vertically impacted. (I don't have any wisdom teeth on top, luckily.) I'm looking forward to this prospect about as much as Balthier looked forward to a reunion with his father.
Okay, maybe it's a little better than that. But still. I can think of many things I'd rather be doing.
This is the part where I am shameless and ask my flist if they have more cheerful things on hand than -- well, than surgical procedures, just because I'd rather spend tonight contemplating Happy Things as opposed to drills and anesthesia and yeeeargh.
...on the plus(?) side, it will be interesting to see just how zonked out I get after they put me on Vicodin.
Okay, maybe it's a little better than that. But still. I can think of many things I'd rather be doing.
This is the part where I am shameless and ask my flist if they have more cheerful things on hand than -- well, than surgical procedures, just because I'd rather spend tonight contemplating Happy Things as opposed to drills and anesthesia and yeeeargh.
...on the plus(?) side, it will be interesting to see just how zonked out I get after they put me on Vicodin.