Mis-Adventures in Bachelorhood: lost wisdom

lost wisdom Sorry I didnt post this last week. I thought I had written it earlier and I was busy with finals this week. I had my wisdom teeth removed back in October. Not because my dentist said to, not because the maxiofaciallary surgeon said to, but because my hip African-American dental tech said it would be a good idea. The DDS said I should have them removed because the 3rd molar and the wisdom tooth could form pockets which could lead to decay and death. The MD said I should have them taken out because the nerver that runs along my mandible was about a milimeter away from the wisdom tooth root and that would cause an extreme amount of pain. The hip African-American said, "Dude, you don't need them. Might as well have them taken out, you have a small mouth and you already have 32 teeth, you don't need 4 more. Best logic I ever heard. So I scheduled the teeth to be extracted and my mom freaked out. You cant have them taken out, youre not in any pain, whos going to take care of you, you cant drive home from the doctor, youll be under general anethesia. Andrew had his taken out, he wasnt in any pain, Im having it done in Tucson, Ill be fine. "No, Im coming out" Okay OKay OKAy OKAY. The extraction was a lot of fun, they gave me some NO2 and I was super laughy. They also gave me 14 shots in the mouth, they could have removed all my teeth and I wouldnt have felt anything. The doctors assistant kept making me laugh during the surgery which kind of upset the doctor. He was having a hard time pulling one of the teeth out and I started laughing at him. My two bottom teeth were pretty much perpendicular to the back molars so he had to break them. He said okay youre going to hear a little crack. It sounded like he was crushing walnuts. I could see him wincing during, you see I have extremely hard teeth from all the milk I drink. I felt no pain afterwards, just completely swollen. I think I lost 5 lbs. from all the meals I missed. I ate a lot of applesauce and pudding that weekend, so I had no problem putting the weight back on. Since I was so hungry I moved to solid and crunchy food a little too soon and caused myself quite a lot of pain. After about 6 days the swelling went down, but then bruising showed. Very yellow, I looked like a jaundice victim. When I went back to have my stiches removed, I asked the assistant about the bruising, she said she punched me while I was unconcious. What she meant to say was they had to break my jaw to get some of the teeth out. OH LOVELY! My mother stayed with me one night and again refused to use the blow up mattress she bought for herself. So an idle mattress awaits one of you hotties, still waiting to be christened.
Forever Rico y Suave,

Jakey