Plain Old Fear

I just looked at the clock and realized in less than 12 hours, I will be sitting in a dentist chair having a titanium post drilled in to my upper jaw bone. Needless to say, I'm a little scared. I'll also have some gum grafts done, which worries me, too. Bryan tried to cheer me up by saying, "I'm not going to lie...you're probably going to wish you were dead." Thanks, sweetie. That helps. Bryan likes to keep expectations low, so things can only look up.

I broke my front teeth playing a game with my niece when I was 12 years old or so. I eventually lost one of my front teeth as a result, which either meant I could walk around looking like a hockey player for the rest of my life, or have some major dental work done. Its been nearly 15 years since my last major work on my front teeth (well, until last week), and I think I've forgotten how much I hate dental work.

On Thursday, I had a four-hour appointment to remove my old bridge so the doctor tomorrow can place the post. I'm not quite sure why, but when my dentist booked the four-hour appointment, I didn't really think I'd be an active part of all four hours. I packed up my laptop, I-pod, book and a magazine to kill the time. I was quite disappointed when I had to spend all four hours leaning back in the chair with my mouth open. Four days later, my teeth still hurt. I'm also still wondering what makes someone actually want to be a dentist. I'm obviously happy that people do become dentists, I just think it would be the worst job in the world.

So wish me luck! My appointment is at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning. I made a nice dinner of mashed potatoes and pecan crusted salmon tonight as my final meal for a few days. I think the whole process will probably be a good self-imposed diet and finally force me to cut out diet sodas. I've stocked up on Jell-O and pudding for tomorrow and I have some leftover mashed potatoes. I intended to sew some cute little ice packs, but I never got around to it. I did, however, find time today to get to the library and stock up on Elmo videos to use for a babysitter tomorrow. I hate doing that, but I think it is going to be a necessary evil. Where is my mom when I need her?