Okay guys. This is the week it happens. On Friday, this 57 year old dude is getting three of his wisdom teeth pulled out. That’s right three. The fourth has grown way up high in my sinus cavity and defies extraction. The two in my jaw are way down low and growing horizontally into the roots of adjacent molars, making them look like kelp bowing gracefully to the swell of the ocean. Of course in x-ray black and white.
The surgeon said he is going to put me under because he has to cut the teeth up and take them out in pieces and: “You don’t want to be awake for that.” He is probably right. So I am going to be out and loopy.
Everyone has been very gracious and kind about what to do and what not to do. Although I wished I hadn’t watched that YouTube video of an extraction. I really, really recommend against that as a way of facing what is about to happen in your mouth.
I have been really blessed in the tooth department. Four cavities, all drilled by Coca Cola when I was 16. One in each quadrant of my mouth. When I realized what was going on, I stopped drinking Coke every day: no more cavities. And once I went to the dentist for a check up (after about 18 years without seeing a dentist), and the hygienist took my x-rays and came back to examine them and, I swear, she was visibly disappointed that I had no new cavities.
Anyway, this should be kind of a mini, three-day adventure: Middle-aged Guy gets his Wisdom Teeth Out. Lucy is going to stay with her awesome trainer (Christa Sapita), because, well: no. I am stocking up on broth, juice bars, yogurt, stuff for smoothies, etc. I have DVDs and Netflix, the New York Review of Books, actual books and the Internet. So, I just have to settle in and wait for the pain to subside. Not unlike the aftereffects of any number of things that can happen to a person.