I’ve just found out that they shall be cutting out my wisdom teeth today.
Or, to be precise, they shall be breaking them in two and then scooping the leftovers out of my jawbone. Because it’s more fun that way.
Anyway, I’m terrified. When it comes to dentists and dentistry, my argh threshold is very low. Now that the tooth is also doing the whole swelling-and-infection thing, and hurts when I touch it, it’s probably a very excellent idea to take it out as quickly as possible, but… I’m still fucking terrified.
Needles. How I hate needles.
Argh.
