This last week has honestly been one of my worst in awhile. Today marks exactly seven days since my wisdom teeth were removed. Actually let me be more specific. Today marks seven days since I laid wide awake while someone was basically on top of me, using my body to brace himself, as he pulled at ONE of my teeth for an hour. I was waiting for my jaw to snap right off honestly. After two hours of that cruel sick shit, he told me that I should have probably been put to sleep because my roots were so jammed in there. He also didn’t even do my last tooth. COOL. I’m sorry but hell no. I would rather have 20 more c-sections then live through that again. Hello, little last wisdom tooth but me and you are bffs for life. Ride or die baby.