Say a little prayer...please!

Tomorrow is the big day...I get my wisdom teeth out. If you remember, this was supposed to happen back in November when I wrote this post. So I got all ready, mentally, and I starved myself; I even took my 4 pills of antibiotic. My sister, Anna, was keeping my kids. She made ice packs for me and set up the couch with blankets and a pillow. However, when I got to the oral surgery office it was going to cost an additional $343 that I wasn't quoted in the beginning. You can read about that whole situation here. Anyway. We cancelled that morning and rescheduled for January 9th. Back then, it seemed so far away. But it's here. And I'm pretty nervous. I'm more nervous than I was back in November. Not sure why, but I am. My surgery is at 8:00 in the morning, so if you think of me before then, say a prayer. If you think of me afterward, say a prayer, too. I'm more afraid of the recovery than the actual surgery since they are giving my IV sedation and I won't remember anything about it. I do hate needles, though, so I'm a little nervous about the actual IV process. Ugh. Okay, I'm nervous about everything. Pray for me.