Perhaps a little less wise......

So, yesterday was the day. For about 2 months now, one of my wisdom teeth has been scraping and I do mean SCRAPING against the back of my cheek. It hurt when I talked, smiled, laughed, frowned....really anytime I merely moved my mouth it caused great amounts of pain. It didn't stop me, but it still hurt. Everytime my tooth scraped against my tender flesh, my check got a little more and a lot more painful. Finally, I decided I couldn't take it anymore. Despite the cost, i was going to find a dentist that would pull this thing and I mean NOW. The first place I called sounded a little bit skeezy. they wanted payment up front and it was in a pretty janky neighborhood. The second place I called wasn't open on Thursdays (which is my day off) and the third one I called told me the dentist was on vacation. GRRRRRR!!!! So I called my dad and he told me to wait it out until the first of the year (which was three weeks away) so I wouldn't have to pay my insurance deductible twoice. Good call, Carl...but my effing mouth is KILLING ME!
Truth be told, it was probably more out of fear than frugality that I waited. (Carl's pretty intimidating) As time moved on, I started to form a callus in my cheek which softened the jabs a bit, and before I knew it, it was January 8th!! In a sense, I was licky because my tooth was actually out of the gum, so it didn't require a super painful/expensive surgery. BUT....let me just tell you- when the dentist says "you'll feel a little pinch", what he really meant to say was "I'm going to shove this needle into the roof of your mouth. At first it's going to feel like your mouth is going to explode into your face, shortly followed by a strong feeling that you're going to swallow the roof of your mouth." That shot-it brought tears to my eyes. No one warned me about that thing, but once the medicine had time to absorb, it was all good in the hood-the hood of my mouth, I mean.
I guess I'm a little more accustomed to a rougher style of dentistry. I was expecting the good ol' fashioned prop-your-foot-on-the-side-of-the-chair-one-hand-gripping-the-pliars-and-the-other-braced-on-my-shoulder-pull-with-all-your-might-and-let it rip type of a deal. My dentist said "let me just poke around here and see if you're completely numb. Then I heard some crackling. Then a tug here and wiggle and twist there, and next thing I knew, my tooth was skipping towards my esophogus. Luckily, the dentist used his finger and swept it out of my throat where it safely landed between my bottom lip and my teeth. Cute. But, I was officially ME-less one wisdom tooth. VICTORY IS MINE!
This was yesterday and I have no complicatiosn to report (knock on wood). I have a huge holde where my tooth used to be and a little unpleasant throbbing-but it's nothing I can't handle.
The other good news is that juding by the xrays, I"ll never have to get another wisdom tooth pulled since the other ones are jammed tightly where they are and pose no threat of ever moving. NEATO!