Does this mean I won't be wise anymore?
I'm going in at 10 am tomorrow morning to have my wisdom teeth removed. All 4. Two impacted, two erupted. I'm not exactly sure what "erupted" means in the realm of teeth, but it fill my brain with visions of volcanoes and lava flows. Nasty. This will be my first time going under general anasthesia, and I don't know what to make of it. I wouldn't say that I'm necessarily nervous, per se, but it is kind of an intimidating thing, given all the horrendous stories I've heard here and there.
But thankfully I've got my own personal doctor to keep an eye on things while I'm there, none other than the inimitable Dr. Whitey! (palliddreamer) Won't it be fun to have a real live MD in tow, to intimidate any pushy dentists and put the Kaibosh on any funny business. Or at least to say, "Yeah, it's pretty normal to have full-body spasms and uncontrollable vomiting. Don't sweat it, but try not to get it on the car..."
In any case, by noon tomorrow, I should have 4 less teeth. Bring on the liquefied dinners.
But thankfully I've got my own personal doctor to keep an eye on things while I'm there, none other than the inimitable Dr. Whitey! (palliddreamer) Won't it be fun to have a real live MD in tow, to intimidate any pushy dentists and put the Kaibosh on any funny business. Or at least to say, "Yeah, it's pretty normal to have full-body spasms and uncontrollable vomiting. Don't sweat it, but try not to get it on the car..."
In any case, by noon tomorrow, I should have 4 less teeth. Bring on the liquefied dinners.