One Down...How many more to go?

I went to the dentist yesterday and had my wisdom tooth pulled. What an experience that was...totally painless. And we all thought that the dentist chair was something to be scared of. One look into my mouth, and I'm surprised that the dentist didn't say you poor girl. He felt the pain that I had by gritting his teeth as he looked at all the other ones. He kept on counting extraction on this one, and this one, and this one. Oh my, how many gotta go? I'd say most of the ones on the top. A few might be able to be saved, but it won't be many. Now I am headed to the surgeon for the rest of them to be taken out. I'm not worried about it, because it has to be done. Not sure how long it will take before I can get in. I go back to the urologist on my kidney come April to see if there is anything that we can do on this end of the line. Wish me luck in the future with all of this mess that is going on with my body. It's ok though, I'm not hurting from yesterday, and I feel great today except for feeling a little sleepy from all those medications that I am on. I'll be glad when it is all over....