Blood, blood, gallons of the stuff.

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Hi world. Yes, I am here. I'll be here on and off.

Anyway, yesterday was quite a day. I had to see my cousin the dentist. Why? It was just a routine check-up, that's all.

Before we got there, silly me was freaking out like a pansy.
"What if he sees my wisdom tooth and decides if it needs to be extracted? Can you ask him to sedate me if that happens? Like, really knock me out?"

Damn pansy, go jump off a bridge.
I really dislike it when people poke and prod my mouth with things like drills or needles. I have an irrational fear of that. And blood too.

So anyway, we got to the clinic and my cousin checked me first. After checking my teeth, he said that my wisdom tooth was growing crooked and heading towards my cheek. He said that he had to take it out because the other teeth were growing straight and this was like the odd tooth out.

I started panicking. I was thinking of how I could escape this.
"Can we do it later? Can you sedate me? Knock me out?"

No, no, and no.
He said I had to take it since it served no purpose in the first place.

In the end, I sighed and gave in.

He asked me if I wanted to videotape the extraction and put it up on Facebook (he has a Facebook account). I said no, because I didn't want to traumatise people. I am considerate, thank you.

But he made me take photos and told me to post them up.


20 minutes later, my tooth got pulled out and it really didn't hurt like a bitch like I expected it to. And OMG, my wisdom tooth was HUGE. I didn't realise it was that big.


I came out and ran towards my brother and asked "HI, WANT TO SEE MY WISDOM TOOTH?" and shoved that little packet with my bloody tooth in it in front of his face. His face scrunched up in disgust and told me to get away from him.

WIMP.

I came home and showed my dad my tooth as well without waiting for him to say yes when I asked him if he wanted to see it. I was just THAT darn excited.

Seriously, you wouldn't expect this kind of excitement from a person who is highly afraid of needles AND blood. I was just looking at the bloody thing and I was amazed by it that I just had to show it off to other people. It's like showing people my new scar from playing football on the road. I was just that stoked.

After that, the vacant spot which the tooth used to occupy was bleeding non-stop and I had to change gauze like every 2 or 5 minutes. It was still bleeding up until 2 this morning as my friend told me to bite down a tea bag onto the bleeding part. I hate tea with a bleeding passion, but it was either that or swallowing blood long enough for me to vomit out my entire stomach content filled with blood.

So, I bit the tea bag hard, and well, well, well! What do you know? It worked! The bleeding stopped!

The wonders of tea.
(And NO, I will NOT drink tea. Whatever bit of tea and water that I swalllowed will be the last time I ever drink it)

So now, I really don't know what to do with my tooth. I put it under my pillow to see if the tooth fairy would give me something for it. When I woke up this morning, I saw my tooth still there and NO money.

Eh, you don't want my wisdom, is it?! Plus, it's the New Year, don't I get something?
*pouts*

My mother is freaked out by it, she keeps telling me to hide it somewhere.

I like the tooth haha.

Yesterday I learnt that I'm built tougher than I thought.

Pain don't hurt, indeed.