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Jun. 20th, 2006 02:19 amDD wordcount: 1484. (I am so proud, guys. I haven't written that much since two summers ago when I wrote "Perdition" and oh boy, if I can only keep it up)
Today I went to a consultation with an oral surgeon so I can get my wisdom teeth out. Turns out that in the grand tradition of my mouth, it's not only going to be a very, very painful surgery, due to the location and condition of my teeth, it's going to be very dangerous! Yaaaay teeth. And they have to come out, or else they will (A) screw up four years and several thousand dollars' worth of orthodontia and/or (B) Fester or something in my mouth and cause great, gaping, festering holes in my mouth that will give me diseases and rotting and I Will Die Some Horrible Death. So, yeah, surgery it is. And the surgeon was like, extra cocky and like a jerk, but he told me the kinds of drugs I would be receiving, which is a lot, so that gave him extra points.
I also found out Becky is leaving on WEDNESDAY, and will be gone for the rest of the summer, and comes back like, right after I leave, and leaves right before I come back for Shakira, so I won't see her until Thanksgiving. So I went to her house and she made me spicy stir-fry and we ate cake and watched Evita and oh man, I'm going to miss her so much! We're getting together tomorrow, too, because... omg. No more Becca!
:-(
Today I went to a consultation with an oral surgeon so I can get my wisdom teeth out. Turns out that in the grand tradition of my mouth, it's not only going to be a very, very painful surgery, due to the location and condition of my teeth, it's going to be very dangerous! Yaaaay teeth. And they have to come out, or else they will (A) screw up four years and several thousand dollars' worth of orthodontia and/or (B) Fester or something in my mouth and cause great, gaping, festering holes in my mouth that will give me diseases and rotting and I Will Die Some Horrible Death. So, yeah, surgery it is. And the surgeon was like, extra cocky and like a jerk, but he told me the kinds of drugs I would be receiving, which is a lot, so that gave him extra points.
I also found out Becky is leaving on WEDNESDAY, and will be gone for the rest of the summer, and comes back like, right after I leave, and leaves right before I come back for Shakira, so I won't see her until Thanksgiving. So I went to her house and she made me spicy stir-fry and we ate cake and watched Evita and oh man, I'm going to miss her so much! We're getting together tomorrow, too, because... omg. No more Becca!
:-(
