I am getting my wisdom teeth -- all four -- out tomorrow morning.
AND I AM FREAKING OUT!
The sane half of me nods calmly and agrees, yes millions of people get their wisdom teeth out every day, and you never really hear any horror stories. Not a big deal.
Right, fine. Mmm-hmm.
But really, my other half is much more powerful. She's the half that is freaking out. Wondering why she waited so long to go through with this. Wondering if she can sue her dentist from 1999 who said she probably didn't need to worry about getting them out, you know, especially since she was on her dad's insurance at that time and all.
I'm insanely lucky because Scott will be with me every step of the way, driving me to the appointment, and back, preparing all sorts of watery delicasies, like applesauce and soup. Did I mention he bought *TWO* pints of Ben and Jerry's for me? What a good guy.
Right, fine. OK, but I'm STILL FREAKIN' OUT over here.
The oral surgeon said my bottom teeth might have roots near my nerves, but -- don't worry -- only an 8 percent chance of PERMANENT nerve damage. OH, and those top two teeth? Just a smidge too close to the sinus cavity for his liking.
Oh, and the whole anesthesia thing will be a new experience for me. I woke myself up in the middle of the night last night realizing there might be needles and blood involved. I'M DEATHLY AFRAID OF BOTH!!!
Did I mention I'm freaking out???? I AM!
Scott thought it would be really funny to tell me how during his surgery years ago, he woke up and felt pressure and heard EVERYTHING that was going on.
No more caps.
I'm just going to say that I'm really.totally. absolutely.freakin.out.
I did this to myself. I wanted to go to all the possible doctors out there (while I still have insurance...) and just get a 100 percent go-for-it good, clean bill of health for becoming a wife and then a mom at some point. But this??? This is just crazyness. I'm literally losing my mind.
And no one likes the mommy that talks to herself.