This morning I wake up from this freaky dream where some psycho family is basically hunting me and the people with me. I was punching some guy when I jerked awake to my phone/alarm going off. Then I find that I can't move my left arm, because it's completely asleep. And I can't sit up very well because my stomach still hurts from the ab workout I did Saturday. So fumbling and half-awake I make it to my phone and turn it off. Then flop back on my bed to wait for my arm to wake up only to realized that my mouth hurts...a lot. Which completely freaks me out because it feels like my wisdom teeth or something and I have this rather deep fear of doctors and dentists. So, needless to say my morning didn't start so great.
Then I talked to my mom, which freaked me out a bit more and now she's hunting for a new dentist because our other one sucks. It took me a few hours plus a shower to calm down, but I think I'm okay...ish with going to the dentist now.
Oh and in school I get to write another essay. Third one in three weeks. Yet another stupid assignment that I'm not excited to complete. Oh. Joy. On the upside all of this has kind of made me not think about the family crap and the boy confusion that I've been worrying about! Well...I at least don't think about them as much since the pain/throbbing in my mouth is rather distracting.
One bright point for this week is I get to go dancing tomorrow night and then I plan on going again on Thursday. Assuming I don't have some weird medical procedure before then that makes me not go. Let's hope not because I really want to go blues dancing.
