Teeth... Be gone!
In around 10 1/2 hours from while I'm posting this, I will be going into a procedure to have all four of my rudely impacted wisdom teeth extracted. I use the word extracted because I'm not sure to what fate each of the four will fall. Some may be pulled, most will likely be cut out, and some may even be shattered and picked loose. One never knows how one might lose one's wisdom teeth, but one is certain to go through a good deal of pain, swelling, and bleeding.
I find myself nervous and anxious. I'm not so much concerned about the procedure itself. I know that if all goes as planned, I will know nothing about it, and will come to myself sometime on the drive home. I'm not looking forward to all of this, but I am hoping that the procedure will alleviate the problems these little devils have caused me. True, I've waited much too long to have this done, but I guess now is as good a time as any.
So, to my wisdom teeth, I bid a fond farewell.
I find myself nervous and anxious. I'm not so much concerned about the procedure itself. I know that if all goes as planned, I will know nothing about it, and will come to myself sometime on the drive home. I'm not looking forward to all of this, but I am hoping that the procedure will alleviate the problems these little devils have caused me. True, I've waited much too long to have this done, but I guess now is as good a time as any.
So, to my wisdom teeth, I bid a fond farewell.
