Doing a special donation orginization today with my friends Maddie and Courtney, my tooth kept bothering me. It had been loose for a few months, and it was practically ready to come out this evening.
Before Courtney and I said good-bye to Maddie to go back to my house, I wiggled my tooth to check on it, and it was painful. Extreme pain. I nearly screamed. So, when me and Courtney walked back to my house, and when Courtney went home, I used a pen cap to try and get the tooth out so I wouldn't be experiencing pain. No use. I asked my mom to help me, and she yanked it out with a tissue. I screamed, and my mom gave me another tissue to bite on to get the blood out.
And now there's a huge gap in the right side. It's fun to go through, but the adult tooth will be here pretty soon. My 10th tooth lost. Victory.
P.S. Happy Saint Patrick's Day. You never know if you'll find a leprechaun messing up someone's property or space, or a pot o' gold lying around in a meadow full of clovers, or maybe even a four-leaf-clover, if you're lucky.
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Hooray for losing teeth! Those adult teeth are so overrated, anyway.
So I wore my "green" scrubs today at work (so what if they resemble a color more similar to turquoise); I did my St. Patrick's day part. (And again, so what if a coworker honestly asked me if I was color blind).
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