In about a half hour, Libertarian Boyfriend and I will be making the trek out to University City so I can start the next series of dental appointments. I’m getting one tooth extracted today.

Have I mentioned how totally nervous I am? Have I mentioned how I’m convinced I am that the Novocaine won’t work or they will be mean or “oral surgery” just means they will hit me as hard as they can? Yes, I did? Well these things all need to be mentioned again.

At least I should be able to once again focus on writing a complete thought within a day or two. Considering that my way of handling the pain over the past week was a percoset, ice pack, benzocaine, and vodka cocktail, it will be nice to not need doping up to function. (If you’re wondering if it worked, you obviously weren’t in bed with me at 5 am Wednesday morning as I sobbed from the pain.) Owie.

This is not going to be a fun ride of the El. I just have to keep thinking of my ability to once again eat nachos, peanut brittle, and rock hard chocolate from the freezer. My surgical mantra will be “crun-chy food! crun-chy food!”

(But there is a bright spot to all of this: thanks to a current study at Penn, I may be eligible for a free dental implant! I’m crossing every crossable extremity that I will qualify for the study.)

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