So I'm not really gonna write about the whole fitness thing. I was derailed by old age and stupidity and was only able to walk on the treadmill last week. While that's better than nothing... it still sucked!
I am going to try to put into words the fear I have about my appointment with the oral surgeon tomorrow. While this is just a consultation I know that it will be the appointment that leads to the actual surgery and that makes me want to crawl in a hole and hide it out.
I'm a wuss! I don't like pain. I can't handle pain. Pain makes me cry. A lot. Um... the thought of the pain is about to make me cry now. Chisel people... they're gonna chisel inside of my mouth.
I'm gonna go cry it out for a little bit.
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My poor baby....don't forget that while my genes might make you a bit eccentric, this malady came from Dad. I will call you soon.
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