This morning, before I went to work, I got to have a dentist consultation to learn about the dangers of having my wisdom teeth removed. Apparently, I am just too smart for my own good, and for the benefit of all those around me, they will attempt to make me a little dumber in about a month. It’s something that I’ve had coming for a long time. I think it was something that should have been done when I was still in high school, but I didn’t. And then, it should have been done in college when those teeth actually came in, but I wasn’t so big on personal health care (read: I didn’t go the dentist in college), so it wasn’t. After Rhiannon and I got married, she did have a good influence on me and got me in to see a dentist who recommended I get my wisdom teeth out, but then we moved and I kind of let that slip for a few years again.
Well, no more! I will be down 4 teeth, and it isn’t without risk. I know it’s surgery, and I always hear about any surgery carries risk, but really, teeth?
Apparently yes, teeth. I got to watch a video and talk to a surgeon about the chances of having holes open into my sinus cavity and the possibility of losing sensation in my jaw, lips, and tongue due to nerve damage. This is on top of the more frequent occurrences of dry socket and the slight chance of general infection due to mouth bacteria being introduced into the blood stream.
Is that it? I thought it was going to be bad. Oh, wait. Since they didn’t have an opening on the day I wanted to have the surgery until 1:30 in the afternoon, that means that I won’t be able to eat or drink anything all day. Wonderful.
Maybe I should have just done this back when I was in high school.