I could never marry a dentist.
Jan. 28th, 2002 02:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blustockingYou should skip this. No, really.
I am sick with worry. :( I think I will have to have my wisdom teeth pulled. I will find out tomorrow for sure, but I'm 95% sure I will. I HATE THIS. I hate it more than you can imagine. Pain is fine, the pain afterwards is fine. But I DO NOT want to feel teeth yanked out of their sockets. I will be knocked out or it's no go...but I'm still deathly afraid of waking up in the middle. I'm probably over-dramatizing this, but I have issues with things of this nature. I've only broken a toe and the thought of breaking anything bigger sends me into shivers. I've never had stiches. Thread is not supposed to be used to SEW UP SKIN. It's not right. I am so nervous. By tomorrow, when I know, I might be close to having a nervous, sobbing fit.
I'm also wondering when some people are going to graduate high school.
5:40pm: The above statement apparently hurt someone's feelings because he felt it was directed at him. I thought it was very "un-cool" of him to announce this in my journal, and maybe it was very "un-cool" of me to say it. But it WAS NOT entirely directed at him. Yes, some of it was, as I'm sick of the stupid l33t speak and retarded antics. Man, I'm such a snob, but I don't care. I suppose I should, but I'm in no mood to start censoring myself. Alas, it seems I have to. I should either just use this journal for random crap or delete it altogether as it's not a "journal" in any real sense of the word, but a way of keeping tabs on your friends. Which is all fine and good...I just hate that I even have to have friends groups. (Talk about high school.) I guess when you get right down to it, I'm a bitch. I could have not said that, even though it's been on my mind for the past week. I knew he was going to think it was him, even though it's about a few other people as well. No, no one on my lj-friends list, so don't worry. It's very hard to ride the line between honesty and just being an asshole. Do you want to know how I feel, or do you want a piece of candy? I know some of the fault lies with me, as it didn't NEED to be said, especially so publicly...but christ, it's not like I called someone's Mother a whore. Perhaps I shouldn't read someone's journal, for his good, and mine.
I'm very excited about APE (more so about hanging out in SF with friends) but I can't shake this nervousness, dammit.
IF ONE MORE FUCKING PERSON WALKS BY MY CUBICLE, I'M GOING TO SCREAM AND HIT THINGS. Don't they know I'm trying to update my journal?! PFFFFF. ;)
Foo. I'm going to lunch. I'll edit this crap when I come back.
I am sick with worry. :( I think I will have to have my wisdom teeth pulled. I will find out tomorrow for sure, but I'm 95% sure I will. I HATE THIS. I hate it more than you can imagine. Pain is fine, the pain afterwards is fine. But I DO NOT want to feel teeth yanked out of their sockets. I will be knocked out or it's no go...but I'm still deathly afraid of waking up in the middle. I'm probably over-dramatizing this, but I have issues with things of this nature. I've only broken a toe and the thought of breaking anything bigger sends me into shivers. I've never had stiches. Thread is not supposed to be used to SEW UP SKIN. It's not right. I am so nervous. By tomorrow, when I know, I might be close to having a nervous, sobbing fit.
I'm also wondering when some people are going to graduate high school.
5:40pm: The above statement apparently hurt someone's feelings because he felt it was directed at him. I thought it was very "un-cool" of him to announce this in my journal, and maybe it was very "un-cool" of me to say it. But it WAS NOT entirely directed at him. Yes, some of it was, as I'm sick of the stupid l33t speak and retarded antics. Man, I'm such a snob, but I don't care. I suppose I should, but I'm in no mood to start censoring myself. Alas, it seems I have to. I should either just use this journal for random crap or delete it altogether as it's not a "journal" in any real sense of the word, but a way of keeping tabs on your friends. Which is all fine and good...I just hate that I even have to have friends groups. (Talk about high school.) I guess when you get right down to it, I'm a bitch. I could have not said that, even though it's been on my mind for the past week. I knew he was going to think it was him, even though it's about a few other people as well. No, no one on my lj-friends list, so don't worry. It's very hard to ride the line between honesty and just being an asshole. Do you want to know how I feel, or do you want a piece of candy? I know some of the fault lies with me, as it didn't NEED to be said, especially so publicly...but christ, it's not like I called someone's Mother a whore. Perhaps I shouldn't read someone's journal, for his good, and mine.
I'm very excited about APE (more so about hanging out in SF with friends) but I can't shake this nervousness, dammit.
IF ONE MORE FUCKING PERSON WALKS BY MY CUBICLE, I'M GOING TO SCREAM AND HIT THINGS. Don't they know I'm trying to update my journal?! PFFFFF. ;)
Foo. I'm going to lunch. I'll edit this crap when I come back.
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DO NOT READ THIS!!!!
Date: 2002-01-28 05:35 pm (UTC)I don't want to feel ANYTHING until it's over. I don't want the feeling of something being ripped from my skull. Nope. No sir. Pain, I'm fine with, but I get the heebie-jeebies thinking about body parts being broken or pulled out.
All of my surgeries took place when I was a baby or very little, so I don't remember them. I do remember a giant pink mouse named Snorky. He was the mascot for Stormont-Vail hospital I believe.
I try very hard not to break bones...except my toe.
I gathered up $2. Now I have 4 tacos and finally get food today. Yesiree.
This club, does it meet at the same place as the Dum Klubb?
The Dum Klubb slipped my mind
Date: 2002-01-28 06:08 pm (UTC)I was fully knocked out when I had mine taken out, I think it depends on how far your wisdom teeth have grown. They crack them into little pieces and pull out them out bit by bit ;)
I know they feeling you're talking about. My grandmudda had cataract surgery a few months ago and was just under a local, and that creeped me out. It's YOUR EYEBALLS MAN!
I'll break your legs if you think it would help you prepare. Do not decline this offer, because I've just dismissed two large Italian men to California. I told them to look for a Topekan, and they both exchanged knowing glances and said "One of THEM, eh?"
Then they cracked their knuckles and drove off.
If you're really adament about being able to walk for the next four months just call the bigger one "bed wetter" and tell the other one that "there is no doggy heaven."
Ha! I've a disguise!
Date: 2002-01-28 06:22 pm (UTC)You never fail to make me smile, even when I feel like the biggest heel in the world.
Eyeballs, don't even get me started. I'd have trouble putting in and taking out contacts.
This is the same reason pregnancy is so damn scary to me. It's a body, GROWING INSIDE YOUR body! So alien.
Oddly enough, I think I'd be interested in being debiltated for a few months.
Thank you!
Wait...you said they CRACK your teeth.....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!*wheeze wheeze*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!*faint*
Re: Ha! I've a disguise!
Date: 2002-01-31 02:15 am (UTC)