


I am pleased to report that the wisdom teeth removal went well. I was completely terrified the on the way to the oral surgeon's, and in the waiting room, I was, let's say, less than composed. If you want to see what you're like when you're sure all hell is about to break loose, schedule a wisdom teeth extraction. Trust me.
I suppose I overreacted just a little bit. I got the anaesthesia, and the rest was history. I have made a full recovery and have not looked back, not even on my mother attempting to feed me a few mere hours after the surgery by vacuuming smoothie through a straw and forcing it down my throat while I groaned, choked a little, and then begged for more. Those weren't my finest hours.
What I didn't anticipate about recovering was all of the
time. I mostly slept for the first few days. After, while I didn't feel nearly good enough to leave the house, I thought, and I thought a lot. I watched movies, re-read
Molly's book, dreamt of rhubarb, listened to
this and concluded I'd reached musical nirvana, and then I thought some more.
(After dreaming of rhubarb and recovering, I did in fact get rhubarb, and
a lot of it. I've made
this,
this, and
this in the past two days and I can recommend all, but I must admit that
this one is my favourite, and if you put it on top of good vanilla ice cream, I can guarantee you'll be very happy for at least the next few days.)
There's been a lot on my mind lately, and I didn't realise it completely until I was lying in bed with absolutely nothing to do. Helsinki is on my mind. I am totally thrilled, don't get me wrong. But, in the back of my mind, there is also a lot of fear. I am scared of changing everything I know and changing it for at least a year.
I am scared I won't make any new friends, I'm scared of being alone. I am scared that I'll cry too much because I'll miss everyone here. I'm scared that when I return here, everything will have changed. I'm scared I'll forget how to breathe, how to relax.
These are feelings of starting anew and taking a big plunge into something that's not one hundred percent. And I can only hope it's normal. And while it may be or may not be, I have to believe everything is going to be okay.