Friday morning, I'm finally getting my wisdom teeth taken out. The only reason I'm not having my usual anxiety attack from the thought of needles and that sterile, creepy hospital smell is that the doctor promised me he'd put me out with gas before the iv and other numbing agents are injected in my mouth. Also, a friend of mine said she's never slept better after her surgery.
At least, this is what I'm telling myself so that I don't start getting an ulcer. I just want to get it over with and finally tell my dentist I did what he's been telling me to do for years. I know this is such a routine, no-big-deal procedure, but once I enter that office, all logic seems to be forgotten. So if you remember, will you please say a little prayer for me Friday morning around 11am?
By the way, why are they called "wisdom" teeth? Especially if no one really needs them?
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So... how'd it go?
It went well. I'm still a little sore. The gas didn't put me to sleep as promised, so I was awake while they put the iv in. But I lived. I've slept well and Isaac has taken good care of me. =)
Thanks for asking!
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