Tomorrow is The Day

Well. They called me back, and tomorrow is my appointment with a counselor. 10am. I’m going to go into it with an open mind and just see how it goes. I guess there are worse things to be doing on one’s birthday. But I figure at least I’m getting something done that needs to get done.

Today’s follow up appointment with the dentist went very smoothly. It went….pretty much the way I expected it to. He said he was impressed with the lack of pain. I told him it wasn’t anything that I did and he should take all the credit for that one. I told him I haven’t had a headache in a week, and since I’m not taking the painkillers, it was probably due to the lack of pressure from my wisdom teeth. He said he might agree with me on that one, but if they persist I should get it looked at. (I think the Constant Headache Problem was solved, though. Case Closed in my book.) Told me my stitches are very well taken care of, still have a couple left. Be careful. Make sure you brush. And he gave me one of those syringe thingies to clean out the surgical sites for the next few weeks. You know, since I’m eating real food and all that. Better not get anything stuck in there. It’ll be my own fault if I do, anyway.

And… yeah. Tonight is Carissa’s rehearsal. I think I’m going to wear my orange dress. Black little half jacket and black pumps. Sounds good to me.

ALW