The Tuesday following the Kentucky Backpacking adventure marked the day of my wisdom teeth extraction (four in total), which is another reason why I’ve been lagging behind with these entries.
What you have to understand is that I used to be terrified of the dentist because, like many of us, unfortunately, I had a traumatic experience when I was younger, where I remember leaving the dentist’s office covered in blood, drool, and tears because the dentist believed I had cavities. I promised myself that I would never put myself through that agony ever again, and I hadn’t for years. The way I looked at it was this, if I took care of my arctic white teeth, then I wouldn’t have to see another dentist, even though I didn’t floss frequently, I brushed twice daily and changed my diet, all of which kept me away from another bloody nightmare.
Having said that, and relating this entry to Entry #48 in regards to fear, the extraction procedure went 100x better than I imagined. The doctor was relatable and the dental hygienist laughed at my drug induced humor and loopyness, so did my family, who’s nursing me back to health.
Unfortunately, I won’t release any photos and videos of me coming off of the drugs at this time. But, and I mean a big but, when I reach 100 followers on WordPress, I will share at least one photo, as a thank you for y’all’s support.