I thought I would show off my banana peppers. I think I’ll be picking them this weekend. They look ready to pick, don’t they?

A big rig hauling 14 tons of double-stuffed Oreos overturned in Chicago early this morning. That’s a whole lot of Oreos! Where’s a milk truck when you need one?!

It’s going to take as long as it did for me to get ready, drive to the dentist’s office, wait at the dentist’s office, see the dentist, and get to my neighborhood Walgreens for said Walgreens to fill a prescription for Tylenol-3. What do they have to do? Air drop it from China? Or do they have to run a complete background check on me to be sure I am not some drug addict going for a quick fix.

As soon I have taken a little break to calm my nerves and drink some water … and take some damn ibuprofen … I will next be calling an oral surgeon to schedule surgery. Yes, you read that right. Flat out surgery, during which I will be put completely under and five teeth will be removed. If my friends who have been listening to me cry about my dental phobia the last few days thought I was going a little crazy, well, they haven’t seen anything yet. I already want to die, and I haven’t even set the appointment yet. I’ve never been put under before, never had any teeth pulled before (and most certainly not five at one go), and I am currently freaking right the f*ck out.

Lin is going to have to go with me. Or someone who can drive in Austin is going to have to go with me. Obviously, I am not going to be able to drive myself home from that horror. Mom isn’t going to be able to do it. It’s right downtown in a complicated section of roadways.

That Tylenol-3 better work. I’ve never taken it before, but I can’t eat, can’t sleep, and can’t drink anything other than tepid water and warm tea.

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OK, just got off the phone with the oral surgeon’s office. June 3 at 9 am.

I’m going to call my mom now and have a complete mental breakdown.

At dentist office. Waiting. I hate waiting.

I will be at a dentist appointment at 2 pm today. For those of you who haven’t been privy to information on what my current crisis has been, it’s been a mouth of pain. I am ever so thankful it’s Monday and they can see me today. It was a long, horrible, painful weekend.

Seeing as I only got two hours of sleep last night, and I have a few spare hours to sit around enjoying my mouth of pain, I think I am going to go back to bed for a while. I could use the sleep, and pain is a lot less annoying when I am not conscious.

Yeah, so, I’m still alive for the moment, and something will be getting done about my stupid teeth today. Well, not everything that will need to be done, but at least I will probably not be in this HORRIFIC pain too much longer. At least I certainly hope not. It’s quite maddening, and the not being able to eat anything requiring chewing motions for the last four days has totally sucked too. I am about done with ever wanting to eat ramen again.

Anyway … there will no doubt be more later. I need to go get a little more rest and have a panic attack or two. Oh yes, I am having major panic attacks today. Though I am glad to be getting something done about my mouth of pain, it’s still not going to be what I would call a good day. Ugh.