When I want things done, I make them happen. That’s how I roll.
After some fine finagling, I’ve secured an appointment one week from today to have my wisdom teeth pulled. I’m not entirely thrilled about it, but I’m kind of excited to not have to take Tylenol PM to sleep every night. And while wisdom tooth extraction has proved to be some interesting reading, I’m planning on being a big baby about it. You’ve all been warned.
Yesterday as I was walking out of the dentist’s office, I was trying to text Jenni, but I was shaking and I couldn’t. I’m a giant pussy when it comes to dentists apparently!
I kind of need my mommy, though, because who else is going to make me pudding and drive me home from the dentist’s office?
And contrary to what you people may believe, my dentist says I have a small mouth. So there.