My Wisdom Teeth are out! I have two huge, gaping hole in the back of my jaw, a couple of stitches and several pieces of two giant teeth rattling around in a paper cup. For some reason I insisted on keeping my teeth after they were taken out–I think I was in a bit of shock. It was an ordeal to be certain and I can honestly say I don’t think I could go through it again unless I was knocked out.
Don’t get me wrong, I had absolutely no pain during the procedure. I was numbed up past my ears but I could feel pressure, the dental assistant had to hold my head during the wrenching. And then there was the noise. I understand why they keep the easy listening radio blaring but the cracking sound comes from within so Making Love Out of Nothing At All by Air Supply was useless to me (it’s always been a useless song in my opinion).
Here’s the happy ending: all my wisdom teeth are now out and hopefully I’ll hang onto my remaining choppers for the rest of my life and I won’t be dumped by my dentist of 17 years for not following her advice.
I really wonder how dentists can do that part of their job? Actually I have no idea how anyone in the dental profession can do any of what they do: drilling, pulling, scraping, scaling, poking, cleaning people’s teeth. Ugh. Give me the nether region of an old person any day.