“If you define cowardice as running away at the first sign of danger, screaming and tripping and begging for mercy, then yes, Mr. Brave man, I guess I’m a coward.”
So…. I got my wisdom teeth out yesterday. Well, it turns out it was just a wisdom tooth. But I spent this whole week being freaked out by the prospect of getting it out. In my defense I’ve never had any kind of surgery or anything. And after a week of listening to people (mean, mean people) tell me their horror stories about getting 7 shots of novacaine and their gums sliced into and how it hurt so bad they dislocated their dental assistant’s pinky finger, I could not be consoled. I don’t say this with pride but I was on the verge of tears the whole way there and while I sat in the waiting room, my hands shaking in my lap. Pathetic, I know.
But my dentist was amazing, a saint, an angel even. He’s got wings baby. His brother is my usual dentist and he is always nice. And their dad is my home teacher… I reminded him of that before he started in case it made a difference… he just laughed. The whole thing took about 10 minutes and I literally felt nothing. Nothing! It was probably my easiest trip to the detist ever. And everyone in the office was super nice: the rececptionist, the assistant… everytone! I don’t know why any of this really matters… let’s just blame it on the vicodin. Mmmm vicodin. Just kidding. But I am a huge fan of La Cumbre Dental. Love them!
Of course today I’m all sore and puffy but I can deal with that. Okay that is enough rambling for one post…