It's so late, and I'm awake because I'm nervous about my oral surgery tomorrow. That's right. I'm finally having my problem taken care of. All FOUR of my problems/wisdom teeth.
I tried to put it off. I really, really did. I kept telling the hubby that we can't afford it, etc. But he wouldn't let me out of it. "It's either do it now, or do it later and it could be worse," he said. Grumble grumble, says I. I don't like people messing with my mouth. I don't like blood in my mouth. And I really am apposed to all sorts of sterile environments, unless it happens to be a bathroom that I have to use. (Not really, but it was supposed to support my argument.)
Wish me luck.