Nervous pre-surgeon chatter

[sincere]

Thought processes as I go to bed the evening before my oral surgeon appointment ("We have an opening tomorrow if you'd like!" "Er--No, I-- *sigh* I guess.") feeling sick and tired and headachey and premenstrual are something along the lines of:

I'm going to go in there tomorrow. I'm going to say, "Hi Tom. Please bear with me, I'm not good at this dental thing."
Unless I'm remembering his name wrong, and it isn't Tom. Then I'll call him by his actual name.
Probably.
"Hi, William. Mind if I call you Tom?"

Comments

[wy1d.livejournal.com]

.... :X surgeon?

[kay-willow.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I need nine wisdom teeth removed and, um, braces. And crutches. ;_; MY LIFE SUCKS.

[windbell.livejournal.com]

Whoa. That was fast.

*petpetpetpet* You'll be okay. Just, um...think about shiny things. And not biting surgeons.

[kay-willow.livejournal.com]

*clings*

I'm going to need lots of harem support to recover.

[phinnia.livejournal.com]

*hugs* You'll be fine.
Call him bruce. It'll eliminate confusion.

[kay-willow.livejournal.com]

Or I could call him Batman. :D :D

[phinnia.livejournal.com]

... yes, you could indeed call him batman. :-D I expect that would go over rather oddly.

[hauntedreality.livejournal.com]

"Hi, William. Mind if I call you Tom?"

*ded, so ded*

*hugs*

[kay-willow.livejournal.com]

Fortunately, his name was in fact Tom.

*cuddlecling*

[rosesnrubies.livejournal.com]

valium omg valium.

I will pray for you!!! *scared* I know I'm a wuss.

[kay-willow.livejournal.com]

WTB [Valium]x20 PST. ;_;

[aucodemonkey.livejournal.com]

It's not so bad Kay :) The drugs they give you are killer. When coming out from under the effects of the anesthesia (sp?), the nurses told me they would put lipstick on me if I didn't get out of the seat and I said "You're fucking with me, aren't you?" Good times :-P

I'll be thinking about ya!

[kay-willow.livejournal.com]

The nurses are gonna have to carry me out of the seat because I've got 45 minutes of sedation on my side, baby.