It's like I always have teeth problems.

So 3 months after my front tooth died and I needed a root canal, I discovered I had lockjaw. Okay, so I discovered this 3 days ago. Eating is actually me forcing food to get in between my teeth. Dad said I needed a panoramic X-ray to see the problem. I went home after taking my exam and yeah, got an x-ray.

Dad looks at it and swears, because he's bewildered at how I managed to grow a tooth near my left ear. It's what's blocking my jaw from opening.

So while I'm contemplating ANOTHER visit to the dentist that would end in pain, I'm also thinking about how I'll have a difficult time giving a speech with swelling cheeks. Ugh, it's like my face always ends up swelling.

AND THEN, just as I get home from getting the X-ray, Pao calls up and asks for my blood type. Yeah, I'm a B+. I end up agreeing to donate blood, even if I'm scared shitless. Only Pao can do that, I guess. (I mean people ask for blood donations in school and I don't go because I don't trust them AND I'm scared).

Pao: Can you donate blood?

Me: Aren't I underweight or something?
Pao: It's an emergency. Ate Pamela's friend is dying.

Me: I'm scared.

Pao: I'm sure Ate Pamela's friend is even more scared.

Me: Uh...

Pao: They've been searching for blood for weeks.

And well, Pao said she'd be there so I guess I'll be fine. I mean, so long as I don't pass out, I guess I'll be okay.

I have two major midterms tomorrow and I cannot fail them.

On a sorta unrelated note, I tried convincing my brother to donate blood. I discovered he's blood type O. I DON'T KNOW HOW HE'S AN O. I mean, sure, Mom's an O but Dad's like B+. You'd think we'd all be B+.