Tomorrow I have an early dentist appointment to have my remaining two wisdom teeth removed.
I'm terrified.
I'm terrified.
I knew they had to come out (this has been a long time coming, and it's finally approaching the "emergency" stage), but I purposely scheduled my appointment to be after Theseus left, so I didn't have to spend my last few weeks with him with a bloody mouth.
Seemed logical to me last month when I made the appointment. Now that I'm faced with the reality of it, coming home all fucked up to an empty house is quite obviously the wrong decision.
I know this is just the first of many things I will have to endure alone. I know everything will be fine and this time next week I'll be nearly as good as new. Tomorrow just seems so barren and lonely. And bloody.
Seemed logical to me last month when I made the appointment. Now that I'm faced with the reality of it, coming home all fucked up to an empty house is quite obviously the wrong decision.
I know this is just the first of many things I will have to endure alone. I know everything will be fine and this time next week I'll be nearly as good as new. Tomorrow just seems so barren and lonely. And bloody.