On Monday I am having my four wisdom teeth removed. The thought of this surgery is terrifying, and the financial burden is just another incentive to call the whole damn thing off. I feel like a big sucker for having agreed to go through with this fiasco. I'm essentially paying a few hundred dollars so that the dentist can play Doctor Demento in my mouth. Great.
What's worse is that Doctor Demento wrote a prescription for Vicodin. What if I become a serious pill popper? The research I've done suggests that Vicodin is addictive. I don't have time for a mild prescription addiction.
It seems fairly obvious that the best course of action would be to cancel the surgery, but my mom is coming in, and she's so damn excited about being able to nurse me back to health that I can't let her down. agh.
What's worse is that Doctor Demento wrote a prescription for Vicodin. What if I become a serious pill popper? The research I've done suggests that Vicodin is addictive. I don't have time for a mild prescription addiction.
It seems fairly obvious that the best course of action would be to cancel the surgery, but my mom is coming in, and she's so damn excited about being able to nurse me back to health that I can't let her down. agh.
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