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Nervous pre-surgeon chatter
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?"
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?"

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*petpetpetpet* You'll be okay. Just, um...think about shiny things. And not biting surgeons.
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Call him bruce. It'll eliminate confusion.
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*ded, so ded*
*hugs*
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I will pray for you!!! *scared* I know I'm a wuss.
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I'll be thinking about ya!
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*cuddlecling*
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I'm going to need lots of harem support to recover.
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