My wisdom teeth are growing in. The dentist said a few things, most of all that I need to go see an oral surgeon.
- I might have room for the teeth on the bottom
- I won't have room for the teeth on top
But I am PETRIFIED, and I mean PETRIFIED, of having surgery done, absolutely PETRIFIED. Like the thought of it brings me to tears. I can't do it. I rather have my teeth shift and put braces back on than to have surgery.
I can not get past being put to sleep. I am more PETRIFIED of that than the actual pain.
I can't do it.

shadha-
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You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
BREAST CANCER