Zach gets his wisdom teeth yanked out tomorrow. I'm considerably more nervous than he is, which considering that no one is going to be yanking anything out of my head, really is ridiculous.
Mostly I'm terrified of being the sole person in charge of the well being of another human being. Where if something bad happens, its all my fault. I'm so very much not a nurturer. This is why we don't have kids - well my crippling fear, selfishness, and lack of funds. I also hate the unknown. And I really don't know what to expect. I'm also not sure how we're going to get home, what with having no car and me not totally understanding cabs. We actually have to venture out of the district into suburb land, which should be exciting.
I've been running around all anxious like for most of the week. Just a note - the internet is stupid and generic and unhelpful. Gee, he should eat soft food and might be a little loopy? How insightful. We have the fridge stocked with the makings for several smoothies as well as copious amounts of applesauce, yogurt and gelato. I'm still convinced he's going to starve to death under my neglectful care. He totally would too. Have I mentioned that Zach can be a bit of a martyr? If something is wrong, he'll just kind of sit there and look pathetic, but never actually say anything. Which means I'm going to be in hyper "do you need anything? No really. Just ask. Ask man, ask!"mode.
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