The Wisdom, It Takes Time
It's that time again s, when my wisdom tooth decides to push a little more. Long time readers know what I'm talking about. Newbies, here's the run down:
I have no wisdom teeth in the bottom row of my mouth. Never have. The top row, the two wisdom teeth have been, all this time, really far up in the gums. I had a dentist at one time, while in my late 20s, tell me to come back in 5 years for another x-ray of the wisdom teeth, that's how far up they were. In the past 5-6 years, every year or every other year, right about this time of year or so, my wisdom teeth decide to take a peek outside to see what things are like.
Look, I'm no spring chicken. I'm far too old to be dealing with teeth cutting. This is ridiculous. God, no wonder friends cry when they are getting their teeth. This shit hurts! I can barely open my mouth to talk.
Unfortunately, it's not enough to be pulled. STILL!
At the rate this thing is going, I'll be getting my fricken wisdom teeth pulled when I'm 80. I'll probably follow it up with a horrible case of the chicken pox, since I never had that experience when I was younger, either.
Speaking of teeth, some of the worst nightmares I have are about losing my teeth. There I'll be, sitting on the bus going somewhere. I'll sneeze or I'll be talking and as these things happen, my teeth start falling out, one by one. When all the teeth have fallen out then my tongue falls out, then my gums until I wake up in a panic, grabbing at my mouth to make sure I still have everything.
One dentist I had made me fill out a form and on the form near the bottom was the question: "What does losing teeth mean to you?" I wrote, "Terror!" The dentist laughed. I wasn't joking.
It all started when I was young. We used to visit the grandparents every so often on summer vacation. Well, one particular visit, I went into their bathroom and saw something interesting on the sink. Curios, I picked it up. It was pink and it held something inside. I was about 6 or 7 years old at the time and didn't know much about the world yet. I was just getting over the shock that we would eventually have to leave our parents one day and live on our own! WHAT? So, you can imagine the horror when I opened up the little pink plastic container to find my grandmother's dentures floating inside.
Ever since then, I've had nightmares about losing my teeth and having to wear dentures.
Even if that became reality, my wisdom teeth will probably still be trying to grow.
Someone please send me something to numb my mouth!