I can’t run away from this any longer. Or I could, but it would only get worse. Five years ago I was told I’d need to remove my wisdom teeth. Ha! That was Catherine-ese for “You need to stop going to the dentist,” and so I did.
The infections come and they go, but my wisdom teeth have remained in place.
Except for now. For some reason I’ve suddenly pooled courage and decided to get the suckers pulled one at a time. (I’m only getting 2 removed since the others seem fine. We’ll see how it goes.) Why now? Why not five years ago? Actually I don’t know. Circumstances have lined up this way, and I’m actually a great believer in circumstances. So it’s on, baby. (Unless I run away.)
There are many, many YouTube videos online explaining how an impacted tooth is removed from the jaw. I can see them in the list of results, but haven’t actually clicked upon them as of yet. One lady told me they need to unhinge your jaw. HOLY S. What kind of crazy is that?
Okay. Status has changed:
I just watched 49 seconds of a 1:11 min video. That was enough. It was a very straightforward cartoon. I hope this is a straightforward procedure, because Catherine won’t be taking a nap during the event. Bring on the numbing agents!
Maybe this is just the distraction I need from the scans that follow my upcoming birthday. Got scanxiety? Get your wisdom tooth removed!
T-minus 10 days and counting till tooth removal. This is now the part where you say it’s no big deal, and far more like playing with a puppy while floating on a cloud. That sounds about right. Right?