Yes, I'm talking to you wisdom teeth!
That's right, ya'll - this time tomorrow I'll be sitting in a dentist chair, doped up and having my teeth yanked out.
I.Am.Terrified.Terrified.Terrified.*
I've been dreading this day for years. Over the course of my life, my parents have spent a small fortune on my teeth. Teeth are very important to my Mom, probably because hers are perfect. Like neither one of us have every had a cavity perfect. Because of this fortune, the Dentist recommended that the teeth come out so that they don't push the other teeth together making the three years of braces, basically a waste of time.
So here we are, 24 hours from my fears - needles and pain. I've done everything short of pulling a Plaxico Burress and shooting myself in the leg to get out of this, but alas tomorrow morning I'll be in the chair. Prayers and positive thoughts needed.
*I respectfully request no stories about pain, scalpels, needles and the like, however pleasant stories about ice cream, pain killers, and mashed potatoes are welcomed and even encouraged :)
