I have had my wisdom teeth removed. Yes yes, some of you who knew me back in 4th year university may say to yourself, but you had those removed in university.
While this is entirely a true story, at that time, my lovely oral surgon said to me "We'll just leave your top ones. If they haven't come in now, they won't come in!". Okay! Bonus. Bottom's only. Bottoms were removed, one week of pure hell was endured, one month of not eating anything good followed and it is all a distant nightmare.
Fast forward, three years... my mouth hurts. What's that thing poking through my gums back there? What the hell? What the fuck? Is that my fucking wisdom teeth coming in??
Dentist: Yes. You should get those out.
So low and behold, I go and have my wisdom teeth taken out.... again. Needless to say, this wasn't actually that bad of an experience. Those of you who know me well, or really just know me at all, are likely aware that I kind of FREAK OUT at dental procedures... and by dental procedures I mean a basic cleaning.
However, I entered into this procedure with grace and dignity. And with taking photos, of course. Funny, the other people in the waiting room didn't seem to find mine and my sister's joviale attitude to be as funny as we did.
Alas - they are gone. And I've lost four pounds. I don't think it's all from the teeth, but more likely from the fact that I have eaten frozen yogurt tubes and pudding for three days straight. YES. Three days off work and four pounds gone.... seems like a prettttty decent deal to me!
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