I have two impacted wisdom teeth. The other two are not impacted, but they are pushing on my lower molars, so they have to come out, too. I’m told that I won’t be aware of the procedure, but my insurance company, God bless them, does not pay for full anesthesia. That means I get some kind of weird hybrid knock-out gas that most people say will make it totally painless. I have my doubts.
Given the fact that I suffer from bad headaches of one variety or another (migraines as well as sinus headaches), I’m no stranger to pain. However, the thought of having four holes in my jawbone where there used to be teeth is somewhat daunting.
I ate steak tonight since I knew I wouldn’t be eating anything that wasn’t pre-chewed for the next couple of days. I’ll probably eat the other steak that I cooked for lunch tomorrow, right before I go into the dentist’s office. I thought about licking a skunk before I went in, just to make sure that my breath was appropriately fresh for the representative of the Spanish Inquisition surgeon doing the work, but I would have to live with the taste, and it’s not worth it, even as a practical joke.
Everyone wish me luck. It’s a solid bet I won’t post for a couple of days. If the revisions on the novel don’t go well tonight, I may schedule up some future dated posts, but don’t count on it. If you haven’t noticed, I’ve moved the (weekly updated) quick hits section to the sidebar, so that should provide some entertaining reading for the nonce.