Tomorrow I have an early dentist appointment to have my remaining two wisdom teeth removed.

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.

- Antiope

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