Wise 'Old' Teeth

I've been lucky and haven't had any of my wisdom teeth grow in. The first time I got my two bottom ones out when I was a senior in high school, thankfully, I blocked it from my mind and do not remember a thing. Luckily, my wisdom teeth has caused zero problems. Okay, so they’re impacted. I don’t really understand the concept of going through surgery with its long recovery time and possible complications to address a problem that may never arrive. I figure this is a money-making scheme that starts at the top of the American Association of Oral and Maxillofacial Surgeons and trickles its way all the way down to the American Dental Association. But I succumbed. The nagging has gone on for years since my last ones were pulled, and nobody likes to be nagged. Plus I’m young, with health insurance of my own, and it does seem odd that these teeth will never see the light of day. Besides, I’m sure teeth extraction technology has advanced from the days of metal tools and pliers. My hopes are the doctor will vaporize my teeth with a friggin’ laser beam in a bloodless operation. That would be cool!
I decided beforehand to get totally knocked out. Give me everything so I don't hear or feel a thing. And don't call me a wimp for doing that either. I'd like to see a "real man" go under without anything just to get a couple teeth pulled. I have to admit, as a result, Iget super sick from the side-effect of anaesthesia.

The first thing I noticed when I got in the operation room was the dental tray of metal tools and pliers. OH BOY! Then they wanted to strap my arms into the chair so I wouldn't punch anyone out during the procedure. As soon as they touched me, my hands started running like facets... I asked them for paper towels to hold on to so I would drip all over the place. I will never forget their faces when she handed it to me and then grabbed a towel to wipe up all the sweat that was pouring off of me. I just smiled politely and said "the laughing gas is making me feel soo light headed" just so i could escape the embarrassment. Then it went to dark...

Next thing, I woke up in a chair outside of the room, and thought I was flying. It was such a weird, gross feeling and Greg standing their talking to the assistant, who, I swear, is the fastest talker of the west! She then asked us to leave in a different way we came in. It was like, all patients that go under, need to exit the building in shame. While the people waiting to see the "Dr" have no idea what they are in for. Greg and I laughed about that later.

Advice to those of you who still have your wisdom teeth: DON’T DO IT. And if it eventually does cause problems, only take out one at a time. You will be less likely to go through days of recovery, where the different stages of your facial appearance represents a species from the animal kingdom:

Day
1: Elephant woman
2: Chipmunk
3: Hamster storing peanuts

Now excuse me while I go rinse my mouth with warm salt water and pop a painkiller.