Now that Lucy's dental work is done, I'm free to worry about mine.
This Friday morning the wisdom teeth - all four of them - will come out. I'm kinda nervous since it's the first time I've been under general anesthesia, but rationally I know I'll be fine.
My subconscious is messing with me though: now that I've started the 12 hours of no-food-or-drink-before-surgery, all of a sudden my mouth is very dry and all I want is a nice icy glass of water, but of course I can't have one. And tomorrow when I come out of surgery I'm sure icy water is one of the last things I'll want. Harumph.