I'm just a little bit nervous about tomorrow. At approximately 12:30pm I will be having 2 teeth pulled.
This, of course, will involve multiple needles in my gums. And I, of COURSE, am NOT looking forward to that.
The other sad part is that my mom won't even be there for me. She, along with the rest of my family, are in Bangor. So, although this may seem immature for me being 18 (I don't really give a care about what you think about it anyway), my gram is going to come and sit with me while it's happening.
I hate stuff like this.
I've never ever been in the hospital for anything other than normal physicals, and the occasional ear-infection treatment, so I'm not really used to needles and all that jazz. I think it's more psychological in that I know that it's coming. It's not necessarily painful, because I remember having the needle for my once-and-once-only cavity filling. It's just a little pressure. For some reason when I think about the 2 teeth coming out, I hear a popping sound. I hope that that is not what happens. I don't want to hear anything. Maybe I'll take some music...
It's going to be good, Rachelle. It's going to be good. Just think what a blessing it is. Free orthodontics. Praise You, Jesus. Thank You for yet another blessing. Truly the banquet You've laid before me is good and my cup overflows.
I have chosen the good life that He has chosen for me.
Hallelujah.
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