Well the eighteenth wasn't my surgery to remove my bottom teeth, it's actually today (28th September 2023). I'm a bit nervous. I'm worried about waking up and feeling the pain and I'm afraid I won't wake up.
The thing is I've spent much of my life worrying about my death and there's worse ways to go. As for the pain, it's not in my hands. I can't believe I'm gonna look like one of the withered mermen in The Little Mermaid (animated).
Oh well, at least it should be finished before my birthday. I'm glad I'll be able to grin and bare my teeth (not in a threatening way silly). It will be a good look and honestly I prefer dentures to teeth. I'd love to get implants (not breast, no teeth) one day if I ever have he money.
Well I've got to go get a shower. I've been showering everyday the past few days which makes me feel a lot better. I did Pilates, beginner Pilates yesterday. It was hard but it's my responsibility to do what I can with my fitness levels.
If I have to be overweight I want to be physically fit and overweight. Anyhow, pray for me, or cross your fingers, whatever you do I'll be grateful.