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Getting dumber by physical means
Jun. 27th, 2002 11:52 pmIn other words, at 8:30 AM tomorrow I lose my wisdom teeth. The poor, gentle wisdom teeth that have never done anything to hurt me, and were considerate enough not to grow in. The teeth whose lack of growth made me believe I had escaped the need for this surgery until one day my dentist was bored and decided they needed to come out.
They're all impacted. All three--missing one on the bottom, which is A Good Thing as far as future-ouchiness goes. The explanation for the surgery is that they could destroy the work my braces did if they ever do start to grow. Whatever. Ming claims that they just want money for the surgery, and I half believe her. So it looks like a diet of pudding and ice cream for me this weekend. Hopefully it won't hurt or swell too much. If it does, I just hope I'mas chipmunk-cute as Becky. I can't eat or drink anything after midnight, so naturally I'm desperate for water.
Tonight was nice. Holly, from work, got married a couple weeks ago so we took her and Travis out for dinner. It was a lot of fun. Even though I'm the youngest one there, and the only one still in school, we're all friends and get along well. The food was really good (yummy cheese ravioli) and the conversation was full of laughter and fun stories. Apparently, I am really funny because I keep pulling amusing comments out of thin air. There's even a hand motion for it. Apparently I also appear tipsy when on a sugar high. This is no surprise.
It's been really humid and hot lately, but the two thunderstorms today really relaxed the air for the evening. It felt good. There's something cleansing about the aftermath of a storm...like everything is refreshed and new again and ready to live. This and the enjoyable evening sort of brought back my faith in my optimistic side, which I've been doubting lately, worried that I'm becoming an accidental cynic. (There's a whole `nother entry on this subject which I plan to write later. Maybe this weekend, between pain medication and work on the co-op report.) But right now, even though I have sucktastic surgery in a few short hours, I feel good. Calm. Content. Maybe even...happy. Though I don't have a specific reason to be happy...but then, do I really need one? I guess not.
Writing here again feels good. I've got a bunch of things I feel like ruminating on (ooh, big SAT word right there) so I'll probably do more of that soon and catch people up on the Big Bou of Zaniness (not really) that is my life.
For now, bed. Must be unconscious before I can get nervous again. Love and kisses to you all.
They're all impacted. All three--missing one on the bottom, which is A Good Thing as far as future-ouchiness goes. The explanation for the surgery is that they could destroy the work my braces did if they ever do start to grow. Whatever. Ming claims that they just want money for the surgery, and I half believe her. So it looks like a diet of pudding and ice cream for me this weekend. Hopefully it won't hurt or swell too much. If it does, I just hope I'mas chipmunk-cute as Becky. I can't eat or drink anything after midnight, so naturally I'm desperate for water.
Tonight was nice. Holly, from work, got married a couple weeks ago so we took her and Travis out for dinner. It was a lot of fun. Even though I'm the youngest one there, and the only one still in school, we're all friends and get along well. The food was really good (yummy cheese ravioli) and the conversation was full of laughter and fun stories. Apparently, I am really funny because I keep pulling amusing comments out of thin air. There's even a hand motion for it. Apparently I also appear tipsy when on a sugar high. This is no surprise.
It's been really humid and hot lately, but the two thunderstorms today really relaxed the air for the evening. It felt good. There's something cleansing about the aftermath of a storm...like everything is refreshed and new again and ready to live. This and the enjoyable evening sort of brought back my faith in my optimistic side, which I've been doubting lately, worried that I'm becoming an accidental cynic. (There's a whole `nother entry on this subject which I plan to write later. Maybe this weekend, between pain medication and work on the co-op report.) But right now, even though I have sucktastic surgery in a few short hours, I feel good. Calm. Content. Maybe even...happy. Though I don't have a specific reason to be happy...but then, do I really need one? I guess not.
Writing here again feels good. I've got a bunch of things I feel like ruminating on (ooh, big SAT word right there) so I'll probably do more of that soon and catch people up on the Big Bou of Zaniness (not really) that is my life.
For now, bed. Must be unconscious before I can get nervous again. Love and kisses to you all.
