I recognize this has been a long hiatus. Graduate school will do that to one's free time for writing fun things.
I'm going to be honest. I am ticked off at evolution on this one. FOR THE LOVE. Obviously humans don't need these things anymore, and I'm sure one day they will stop existing. I have friends who had no wisdom teeth, or only half of their wisdom teeth (as in two, not halves of each of the four, that would be gross) and I find it ridiculous that I have all four and all in compromising positions. EVOLUTION. What the heck?? I have defended you to my people all this time...and THIS IS WHAT YOU LEAVE ME WITH? We are on rocky terms my darwinian friend. Rocky, rocky terms.
Regardless, on Friday, I will forgo my usual schedule of yelling at seventh graders to stop touching each other, starve and dehydrate myself for 8 hours, fall into a deep sleep and wake up in what I am told is agonizing pain and misery. And cheeks that are reminiscent of Alvin and the gang, this is an important one not to forget.
I will be honest, I am not afraid of my teeth hurting. I consider myself pretty tough in these regards (my mother would probably tell you otherwise). Mostly I am concerned about the anesthesia talk I am going to regale my father with on the way home. Not that I have anything to hide, but what if I start talking about something weird, or pull a David after dentist. My students have requested a video. I have politely refused. (Polite? Who am I kidding. There is no polite with middle schoolers, it doesn't exist). My other concern is the theory I developed at 14 when I decided that probably everyone was alert during surgery, but they just don't remember it when they wake up.
Ah well, I probably should have had them taken out when I was 18 like a normal person, but no. I had to wait until I was 25 and "have tingling in my jaw and mouth for up to 8 weeks" according to my chipper optimistic oral surgeon, because "since you are an adult, your roots have fully formed." Oh good.
This should be fun.