I made the appointment for an oral surgeon exam today, then one a week later to get the dreaded wisdom teeth out. The exam is on Feb. 16th, and the actual surgery is on the 23rd. Lori said to make sure and get it done early in the week so that if I have any complications, I can call them up and yell at them. Well, make nonsensical noises while drooling at them. I'd better get good pain meds out of this deal, as I hate dentists and have a low pain tolerance.
All my pint glasses are in the dishwasher, so I'm drinking water out of a German beer mug and trying to figure out how many ounces are in .51 liters. OK, the conversion calculator says I need to drink 1.9 L, which seems like an awful lot, but there we are.
Jason Frazier is good-naturedly bugging me to quit smoking (he recently quit, and I think just wants company being miserable), and I told him "soon". I think the next thing I'm going to work on, though, is "getting enough sleep", meaning 8 hours, I suppose. That means bedtime at 11pm on weeknights. Weekends will be a little trickier, since nobody knows when the kids will come in the bedroom and poke me in the eye.
Still flossing, haven't backslid yet. I like the added discipline of having to report back to my mystery readers.
How healthy do I feel? 6
How happy am I? 6
Weight today as 146 lbs.
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