I'm a big scaredy cat!

So I totally have to be out of the house and at the hospital in two and a half hours. Why? Well, I'm finally, after all this time, getting my wisdome teeth removed.

I'm thrilled about it, believe it or not, as they have been giving me a horrible time of it for about three or four years now. I have been on a very LONG waiting list. But I can't lie - I am terrified of getting my teeth out. I will be under a general anaesthetic (always nerve-wracking) and they will have to chip and DRILL the teeth out of my jawbone, because they are embedded. Well, one of them is, the other will come out quite easily due to it being a sick tooth.

Do you think they'll let me keep them? They'd make rather grotesque but meaningful additions to my witch staff. It has tufts of fur from felines past and present, my favourite colour, shells from my favourite beach, feathers from the birds that visit us, grass from my yard which is my home soil, that sort of thing. I think the teeth that mark my adulthood would be a kind of cool addition, no?

Anyway, I can't sleep! I'm totally freaking out. I nearly drifted off during an episode of Bob Ross' Joy of Painting, but then my body was all, "NO! DON'T! THE TIME WILL GO BY FASTER AND THEN YOU'LL HAVE NEEDLES AND PAIN! PAIN AND NEEDLES! AND BLOOD!" So yeah, thanks, brain. I really fucking needed that.

Oh well. I figure I'll get *plenty* of sleep afterwards with the huge amount of drugs they'll be pumping into my poor system. They better gimme some sweet fuckin' stuff to make this rigmarole worth it.