Momma is in town, cooking up a storm, prepping the apartment for post surgery fun...
My wisdom tooth extraction is tomorrow morning and I have major anxiety for some reason. Like, first day of school butterflies. Mixed with big interview in the morning tummy rumbles. And a side of "but I don't want my mouth to be numb and drooly and bruised and chipmunky" fears. Where has my bravery gone? I want my mom. (Oh! She's sitting right next to me! Telling me to stop being such a baby...)
Consider this my Out of Office auto reply for the next few days...
...because blogging on Vicodin is probably not the best idea.
Or maybe it is?
Trish (minus 4 teeth)
ps- have I mentioned how thankful I am to have insurance? A $4,000 surgery is costing me $200. Really? So lucky. Everyone should have this blessing. That's all I'm saying.