alcohol as the best painkiller ever..

I was thinking about coming back to Krakow all the time. I was supposed to have fun, to drink, to dance and in general to live like every normal person lives, unless you live in Paris. So I came to Krakow on thursday and after usual stuff like my dad not recognizing me at the airport or favourite dish for dinner I have decided that its the high time to go out. So I did. After an hour half of my face looked like a pampkin and I couldn't even think of touching my chin or play with my hair on the right side... well.. what the hell, alcohol makes miracles so before I have decided to proove this suspicious theory I called my mum to beg her to call my dentist. aaaah...

next day, small hangover, huge teeth problem- I cant open my mouth properly, properly which means wide enough to eat something. What the hell, my visit is in the evening, Im sure she will do something to make me feel better. I came, they made me an X-RAY and I was waiting.. and waiting.. and waiting... my dentist came, she looked at my X-RAY thing and only said:

monday, 10 in the morning...

I am going to have an operation. Did I mention how frighten I am when someone is talking about blood, cutting things.. people?Well, I am.. and I will be there alone, hopefully I won't feel anything, surely I won't see anything... but there is one small problem- I will hear everything. Im sure doctors have to have some kind of special language so patients don't always understand that they are actually going to die... I am terrified because I am already too everyone-has-a-secret-and-im-sure-they-want-to-hurt/kill/whatever-me person so even if they talk about new puppy that doctor's daughter bought, for me it will be more like "why the hell there is sooo much blood here".. basically I am not the best person to be operated..

But since yesterday I realized that once you say- they will cut me, you know, wisdom teeth(or whatever, I call them bastards) people or are making fun of it(mind you, you cant open your mouth to eat, you are not happy about it and trust me laughing in this stage of mouth is not the best thing to do)or are telling you about his aunt/grandma/dad/whoever who went to the hospital and they cheated/left scisors inside/ made him pay too much/treated like shit/operated wrong thing(the last one is my favourite). Among all my friends I think only really few said: it will be fine, dont worry..more beer?

so today I woke up again with huge hangover and my bastards still kicking..
the first thing I asked my mum was:

do you think one shot of vodka before 10am will do?