October 5th, 2010
I remember when I had to have my wisdom teeth removed. When I heard the news they were coming out and I had to make an appointment at the oral surgeon, and I was freaked out. My mind raced—thinking of every possible gruesome outcome that could arise from the extraction (OK, I was a bit of a drama queen, I will admit). Every day until the day of surgery, I kept thinking that this would be the worst experience of my life. It would be utterly horrible. And, while the procedure would take only a few (long) hours, I thought I would be scarred for life. But when I came out of the surgery and the drugs wore off, I couldn’t help but think it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Plus I had ice cream.