New Year: New You, No Booze, No Tooth(s)!

[grrltastic]

 I keep wanting to say that I didn't really mean to quit drinking this year, but I did. "Quit" is a bit of a misnomer, I guess; I had a glass of wine at dinner the other night. But I haven't been drunk or buzzed in two weeks.

And it feels really good. I feel really clean and collected and under control.

It's also helping me to feel like I might not bleed out and die when I have my wisdom teeth taken out tomorrow (a result of a New Year's effort to use the phone to do things like "make appointments"). Did you know that I have a fairly intense fear of general anesthesia? Because it turns out I do. I'm not at all concerned about the recovery period - dental work is pretty much old hat for me at this point. But the being put under thing is giving me a really hard time.

I suspect, though, that everything will be fine and that by tomorrow evening I will be blissfully ensconced in a Percocet haze, drooling on myself in bed.

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[grrltastic]

Everyone else I talked to about doing it with a local looked at me like I have three heads. Clearly I need to be friends with more badasses.

[waketosleep]

Everybody looks at me like I have three heads if I tell them about it. IT'S MINOR SURGERY, YOU WUSSES. Also, the surgeon only prescribed me 400mg motrin for after. I don't know why, because that shit is OTC. Anyway, I spent four days on my couch with an icepack and my PS2, the end.