Of course I start this shit off with a blowjob joke. It's funny.
Oh god oral surgery is like the suckiest thing EVER. Besides AIDS. And like a list of other things that suck worse.
But that day was pretty sucky in and of itself. I did the surgery and very distinctly heard the dentist tell his assistant that they were "going to go for broke. Do the best we can for her." Because apparently MY MOUTH FAILS. I just injured a gumline for a lower front tooth and the frenulum (little flap of skin that connects lip to gums) was just making it worse. So they nicked the sucker off and did a skin graft from the roof of my mouth to the tooth. They didn't mention stitches were involved but there you go. DENTISTS LIE.
And for that trouble I got ibuprofen and a gold star. A metaphorical one. He didn't give me an actual gold star.
Then when I was loopy and tried to drive home I nearly ran into a wall because once more, I performed the trick where I confuse brake and gas pedal. A bad idea in most situations, but my lysdexia is particularly nerve-wracking when coming down from the shock of seeing your blood everywhere.
Then two days later I ripped the graft off.
I RIPPED THE GRAFT OFF.
I RIPPED THE MOTHERFUCKING GRAFT THE FUCK OFF.
Basically I need to go in again later to redo the graft and it sucks and I gotta slap a bitch. So close to my other surgery. Hate.
Thus ends this edition of 'your life is better than mine'! Tune in next week when I get heart surgery, make a joke while under local anesthesia, and cause a surgeon to nick an artery. Headline: 'Girl killed by dead baby joke.'
Now let's make like a dead baby and hit the road.