A few weeks ago I began to have a pain in my mouth that I hadn't felt since I lost my last baby tooth.. The realization came that I was probably feeling the growth of my wisdom teeth. Oh joy. After moaning and groaning for several days, Cameron made me set up a dentist appointment. I never really knew how terrified I am of the dentist until now. What if I get dry socket? What happens if he gets too pull happy and removes too much gum tissue? Or, that horror of all horrors, the mother of all dental fears: What if I do something stupid while under the influence of laughing gas??? Needless to say, I am shaking in my proverbial boots about my appointment tomorrow.
In other news, my hair is driving me crazy. Any ideas for a new style?
Love,
Courtney
