Everyone told me I’d be okay after getting my wisdom teeth out and that the worst thing to happen is bleeding onto my pillow or being loopy from the Vicodin. Turns out, I’ve been in unbearable pain for 4 days on and off, which caused a grand mal seizure, and then proceeded to make me nearly drive my car off the road the next day because I couldn’t feel my hands.
Screw your scary wisdom teeth stories, I am done with this crap.
I need to be far stronger than I am today. I need to make myself wake up on time for my jobs. I need to run before work like I promised myself I would. I need to lift regularly like I want to. I need to sleep when I need sleep. I have to eat the things that will make me feel clean, not dirty. These are all things I slip up on every single day and I just want to get it right.