I'm off to have an oral surgeon peer into my mouth and assess the damage that is my wisdom teeth. He will hopefully pull at least one; I'd really like him to do all three (I had one pulled about 6 years ago) but apparently I need to have a full-blown consultation for the ones on the bottom, rather than just an appointed time to meet, greet, sedate and yank.
I am looking forward to some nitrus-induced oblivion rather than white-knuckled endurance in the dentist chair. Pray for steady hands!
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