Let me tell you a story of a boy who said he would
never get his wisdom teeth taken out!
He was in his late teens. A few visits, across several months, to the dentist resulted in three separate orders to get his wisdom teeth taken out. He refused. After all, they did not cause him any pain whatsoever. He kept hearing horror stories of wisdom teeth pullings. His resolution not to get his wisdom teeth taken out only strengthened. His wisdom teeth started to poke out through the skin. It was neat. There was no pain. He would not have to get his wisdom teeth taken out after all!
One day, he woke up. This day was different than all the rest. He could not open his jaw all the way. Well, in truth, he could; however, the wider his mouth opened the more pain he received. Sure enough, it was his wisdom teeth. They had
betrayed his trust. They apparently did not want to be part of the cool crowd that never caused pain. Little did those backstabbers know, late night parties with the molars and incisors would become a thing of the past. This boy decided to have them removed.
He and his mother arrived at the dental surgeon's office early. He could not wait to get these punks out of his mouth. When he was called in to the back, he was assured that he would experience no pain. They gave him an anesthetic through his blood stream. It burned as it went up his arm, and he told the surgeon so. The only reply he got was, "Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that." The next thing this boy knew, he was in his own bed at home. He felt woozy from the drugs, but he felt no pain.
Hours later, it hit him as the medication wore off. "
HOLY CRAP! This
hurts!" he said to himself. His mother, being the merciful person she is, gave him pain killers. As he inspected his mouth with his tongue, he noticed cotton balls wedged in the back of his mouth. They were soaked with blood. His mother told him the cotton balls were necessary to prevent dry sockets. So it became a daily routine of removing and replacing the cotton balls. It hurt at first when he took out the cotton balls because the wounds were not completely healed. However, later, this pain lessened as another one increased. His teeth were sore from clamping down on the cotton balls for so long. After a few weeks of this routine, his wounds were healed to the point where they no longer needed cotton balls. "
HECK YEAH!" he shouted. No longer would he have to endure the taste of constant blood in his mouth. "WOO HOO!" he thought to himself.
But this was not the end of his problems. It was late at night when it happened. He was brushing his teeth. One little bristle merely tip-toed across one of his partially-healed wounds.
"
YEEEEEOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!" He yelled so loud he felt as if the neighbors had heard him. From then on, he became
extra careful when he brushed his teeth.
Today, he will tell you that he is extremely happy that his wisdom teeth are gone. Well, technically, they are partying by themselves inside a little yellow envelope which is stored inside a drawer.
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