In about 2.5 hrs I will be strapped to a chair with some old dude in a white mask cutting and plucking teeth from my jaw. Sound like the best start to a 1980's horror movie where the serial killers preys on it's victims biggest fears, until they have nothing left to fear, not even death...
Ok..maybe I'm a lil dramatic this morning, but only in good fun to distract me from the pain other thoughts running through my head.
I'm scared! lol I hate pain, and have put up with the off and on pain that my teeth have been provoking for the last 3yrs or so, but the thought of not being able to talk or eat and having to be drugged to not want to rip my jaw from my face, scares me.
I'll be "an adult" about it, and just say "It's no big deal." doesn't change the fact that my stomach is turning and knotted up, my palms are sweating, and I can feel my blood pressure going through the roof.
And other than the pain I worry about how I'm going to take care of Tryston for the next few days while doped up and experiencing pain? Eh...Supermom I will become.
On a more happy note, I got my hair cut yesterday, it hadn't been cut in over a year. I was really undecided about what I was going to get done, how short I wanted to cut it, worried that if I cut it too short, my fat lil face would look so much fatter, or I'd look like a lil oompa-loompa. Well, it turned out GREAT! I really love it, it's still got some length to it, but have really fun layers and great bangs! A lil oompa-loompa I am not!
Ok back to reality...need to leave soon...maybe mom will stop at Dunkin Donuts and let me get a coffee to calm my nerves...
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