Thursday, July 23, 2009

The dentist

Tomorrow I have to go to the dentist. And not just a normal simple cleaning type visit, but I have to have my wisdom teeth surgically removed. All four of them. They're going to knock me out and take them all at once. They mean business too, I got a whole list of rules for tomorrow. Jeff must come with me, and stay in the waiting room the whole time. (Which should be interesting considering he will have both kids with him.) We even get a special parking spot at the back of the building so they can sneak me out without dragging me through the waiting room when the torture surgery is complete.

I don't know if I've mentioned this before or not, but the dentist and I are not good friends. I'm kind of terrified of doctors in general, and the hospital smell makes me want to vomit. (The fact that I managed to spend six days in the hospital when I had Amelia is amazing. That's probably why they strapped me down during the c sections, they were afraid I'd bolt.) Yeah so the point of this post is I'm scared. So if you read this before noon on Friday, think good thoughts for me. I need all the help I can get! :-)