Not very happy today. I need my wisdom teeth taken out. And I’m bummed that there’s no one around to look after me while I recover. It’s not like I need to be waited on hand and foot, but the thought of staying in my apartment -for a week- by myself- while in pain- is pretty unbearable. If anyone would like to stop by with soup or milkshakes that would be nice. I’ll be stewing in my own filth for a week. (I hope not longer.) Don’t know when this is going to happen, but probably within the next couple of weeks.
I’ve put it off as long as I could, but now I’m in near constant pain and it’s time to rip these suckers out. Doctor’s orders. I had two taken out about 12 years ago and why that dentist did not take all four out at the same time is beyond me. If I could find that dentist I’d bite him.
At least painkillers exist.
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