When I had my 5 wisdom teeth removed (yes, -5-. I had an extra one) I went to an oral surgeon, as they had to cut out a fair portion of gum to get the last one. This was different... it was a molar and it was pulled. I wasn't put under this time.Molars, incisors, canines, or wisdom teeth? When I had my 4 wisdom teeth out, I paid the extra to be put under, and I'm glad I did. They told me afterwards that they had to shatter two of them and take them out in pieces, since they couldn't give them out just by pulling.
I'm just glad they didn't have to cut it in half. They had to do it for my mother when she had to get dentures and said she could hear the snapping sound of it... through her jaw.You know, I've already had two of my wisdom teeth pulled, I was awake the whole time, they came out easy as you could want - but reading about other people's extractions creeps me out.
Gehh. I'm just hoping my luck holds. I have a wisdom tooth on the bottom (both of my previous extractions were uppers) that's cracked in half, and I'm hoping to get in and get it extracted before it abcesses, but it's right next to a tooth that's slowly shattering apart around the crater left by the root canal that they did on it a few years ago (I was never able to afford a crown for it).I'm just glad they didn't have to cut it in half. They had to do it for my mother when she had to get dentures and said she could hear the snapping sound of it... through her jaw.
Next time someone does that, ask them if they'd like to see how much your shoes can hurt them.I fucking hate people who give cryptic or partial information and then act smug or derisive when you form an incorrect conclusion.
When you say your feet are sore because of your shoes, asking if they're new shoes isn't a stupid question. How am I supposed to know it's because they're not running shoes and that you recently took up parkour? Jesus fucking Christ.
It always reminds me of that bullshit "There are three words in the English language ending in -gry..." riddle. Deliberately obtuse for no reason.
Has this been going on long or is this a recent, short term thing? Because this was one of the symptoms of my anxiety disorder.I keep having very stressful dreams. I wouldn't term them nightmares, but I wake up with this extremely anxious feeling, and I'm convinced of things like most of my money is gone.
Has this been going on long or is this a recent, short term thing? Because this was one of the symptoms of my anxiety disorder.
Then yeah, it's probably nothing major.I am no stranger to weird dreams. So I won't chalk it up to anxiety disorder or even a particularly stressful week. Just weird, and kind of irritating. The feeling subsides by the time I'm finished my morning routine.
This is exactly why I will not be a Cub Scout leader again next year. Leading the boys is nice, but it's not worth the leader meeting and pack meeting crap. It turns into these irritating sessions of repeating the SAME THING over and over again, and endless debate over crap that everyone mostly agreed on already the first time it was brought up.Organizing human beings to do something is difficult. I know this isn't a stirring revelation, but I find it vexing. You'd think picking a restaurant for seven people to eat at wouldn't be viewed as a WAR CRIME because one person doesn't like Thai food (I assume he is insane) and another person had allergies I was hitherto unaware of. So now I must go through the exceedingly tedious task of finding another restaurant close to the venue we're going to afterwards, within a reasonable price range, and that everyone will like.
In my happy fantasy world, there is a future in which other people make plans, and invite me out, and I just say "Okay", grateful that the burden was not on me. Alternately, Spiteful Me will be like "FUCK YOU, BITCH! I DON'T EAT AT PLACES THAT HAVE APOSTROPHES IN THEIR NAMES! TRY AGAIN! BWAHAHAHA! HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES."
...and now I feel strange that I managed to organize a place for twenty rowdy Medieval Market actors without a problem from our side. The problem was trying to find a place that was open for dinner late on a summer Sunday.Organizing human beings to do something is difficult. I know this isn't a stirring revelation, but I find it vexing. You'd think picking a restaurant for seven people to eat at wouldn't be viewed as a WAR CRIME because one person doesn't like Thai food (I assume he is insane) and another person had allergies I was hitherto unaware of. So now I must go through the exceedingly tedious task of finding another restaurant close to the venue we're going to afterwards, within a reasonable price range, and that everyone will like.
In my happy fantasy world, there is a future in which other people make plans, and invite me out, and I just say "Okay", grateful that the burden was not on me. Alternately, Spiteful Me will be like "FUCK YOU, BITCH! I DON'T EAT AT PLACES THAT HAVE APOSTROPHES IN THEIR NAMES! TRY AGAIN! BWAHAHAHA! HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES."
Sorry bro.Man... I had the beginnings of a good monologue on the nature of Trolls when Gusto locked the Bastard Factory thread. Harrumph!