Thursday, April 20, 2006
Okay, today is my initial wise teeth appointment. He's going to look at them and say, wow those suckers need pulled. And then I'm going to cry! All and all it will be a great experience to be had by all. I guess I don't look forward to any of it. But who does? (other than Ty who gets giddy every time he gets to go to the dentist) So I'm not feeling a bit (well maybe a tiny bit) sorry for myself. Never mind, I feel a large bit sorry for myself. Because I hate pain, and the idea of it. It makes my stomach turn when I stub my toe. I had epidurals with all four of my children. I take ibuprofen when I feel like I might get a headache. My pain tolerance is very very low. SO I am a big baby, and I really don't want to go to the dentist even for a consultation, because he's going to tell me what I don't want to here, and at the end of it all there will be a date set, a date that looms over me, a date that will inch closer and closer. A DATE OF PAIN!!!