So after, I don’t know… 20 years? I finally mustered enough courage to have my wisdom teeth pulled out… all 4 of them. I’m freaking the f_ _ _ out.
It’s going down tomorrow morning. Ugh. The anxiety is building up and it’s killing me. It feels like I’m waiting for that inevitable ass whooping from my father on report card day. This sucks.
The silver lining? Vicodin.