The title is meant to be read to the tune of REM's "Losing My Religion." Clever, no?
Anyway, here I am, getting ready for the big day, for the moment when five of my teeth (four wisdom teeth plus one seriously decayed molar) will be viciously ripped from my gums. Just kidding - I don't think it will be that bad. The nice doctor will give me gas (get it? tee hee), drugs, and more drugs to get me through, and when it's all over, I get to go home and sleep. If I can manage to stay awake, I'll even be able to catch the Monk marathon on USA. Crazy detective.
A lot of the people I know who've had this done opted for going under, but in my case, I will be conscious throughout the whole thing. Some ideas I'm toying with include:
- staying up until the wee hours of the morning so that by the time I'm in the chair, I'll be so exhausted I'll pass out on my own
- bringing a walkman so that I can jam to some dope tunes while I'm all gassed up (I'm sorry, but it's funny every time I say it)
If you have others worth considering, be sure to share them before 7:30 tomorrow morning.
Breain, this is Samantha! I hope you are ready for the big day tomorrow. Just wanted to let you know that you will be getting some Vikadin...I know that is spelled wrong. Anywho, you will be just fine. I love you... I would say call me when you're done...but you will probably sound like Kayne West when his mouth was wired shut. I LOVE YOU! :)
Sissy
Posted by: Anonymous | June 17, 2004 at 08:42 PM
You can think of the ways in which our great nation could be made better that doesn't involve blowing stuff up.
Or You can think try and see if your doctor has ear hair.
Posted by: Anonymous | June 17, 2004 at 10:08 PM