Okay, so 3 days until my wisdom teeth come out. I'm only freaking out a little...That's a lie. I'm SO scared. Maybe my teeth like staying in my face..Did you ever think of that, Dentist? I have to take valium because I hyperventalate at the sight of needles, and I refuse to be put under because the thought of that petrifies me as well. My friends keep giving me horror stories and I really don't want to know. I mean, I know no one can look at me and say that it won't hurt and so on, but honestly, you telling me that it's going to hurt as much as if I'm giving birth isn't making this any easier.
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I've been doing laundry all day, yet again, because I don't want my clothes smelling like a weekend of partying. I feel like a bum, I'm walking around in my 'crappy clothes' because everything I normally is in the drier.
Listening to Marianas Trench and playing my DS while I'm waiting for the washing machine to finish. I'm wicked awesome.-
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So, it's official, my foot is infected. I took my shoe off after my shift last night and my sock had blood on it, even though I had a band aid on the wound. The cut won't heal properly, so it's covered in bandages and gause today. I've been soaking it, cleaning it. So on, so forth.
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Next week is going to be Hell, just because my mouth will hurt, my foot will most likely still hurt and because my jaw will be sore, I probably won't be able to sing, just when I start getting better. Maybe my friends will come visit me in my darkest days. =]
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Well this was fun, expect lots while I'm just sitting here crying. This, and facebook quiz completion notifications.
If anyone has tips for a quick recovery and time wasting ideas, let me know. =^_^=
