Finally, I’m almost at stage two of completing my major dental work.  In 6 days, I will be heading up to Penn Dental to get my dental implant.  I am so not looking forward to it.  Luckily, it’s only going to set us back around $300 (thank the gods I do not believe in for dental studies), so that’s one good aspect of this scary surgery that I DO NOT WANT.

Okay, so maybe a week of ice cream, soup, and pudding will make up for the hour of oral surgery hell!

I’m not going to lie.  I am super nervous about this surgery.  I’m sort of convinced they’re going to slice my jaw in half or the anesthesia will break halfway through or some other completely irrational fear.  I’m not sure which one I’m going to roll with this week.  All last week, it was the wide-eyed “b-b-b-b-but how doya think they’re gonna do it?” to Libertarian Boyfriend.

His thoughtful response?  Nail gun, of course.

Luckily, after this, all I have to do is wait for the surgical site to heal and then they can pop on the crown.  I think they have to recut part of my gums, but I’m in my happy place.  My happy place includes puppies and balloons and Ben & Jerry’s Boston Cream Pie ice cream.  It does not include gum sawing.  (You know, in case you couldn’t piece together that part.)

I know, I ought to be positive and remember that this gets one step closer to being done with this mess, but I’m like a little kid here.  I don’t want to be poked and prodded and sliced and diced.  :(

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