I mean I could blog about my life on here but you guys would find it repetitive and boring. This morning I got a tooth extracted. Boy that was fun. When my anxiety is ramped to 11 I get quiet and observant and don't ask questions. I should have dragged my bf back there with me. I forgot to ask about the sinus lift and bone graft. I guess I can ask at my checkup in a week. The little Chinese boy who was getting a rotten baby molar out did great and it was worse for me and his mom than him. 30 seconds after his tooth was out he was asking what he could have for lunch and he was bragging about how his mom isn't going to make him go to school today even though it didn't hurt.