My third molars, more commonly known as wisdom teeth, began surfacing in January and I already knew it meant hell. I don't think I've met one person who relishes a visit to the dentist and as someone who up until this month had not been in years I was particularly nervous.
Lo and behold, that the teeth end up being impacted leaving my lucky self with no other option than to have them removed or suffer with the excruciating pain. The latter definitely didn't sound appealing.
For teeth that I never even asked for, the price to have eighteen years worth of growing wisdom taken from me was hefty. Now, this simple blog post about how wisdom teeth are the work of the Devil could easily turn into a political rant about our NHS system so I'm going to keep this little bit short and sweet. I had mine taken out privately, not because I'm drowning in dollar bills - or rather pound notes - but because the waiting list on the NHS to have them removed was two years!! To quote the words of Sweet Brown's hit 2012 meme, "Ain't nobody got time for that."
I'm not going to bother you with the ins and outs of wisdom teeth and the complications impacted ones can bring as MayoClinic have a section all about it here which you can read.
However, getting them removed was no walk in the park. I've had teeth out on a few occasions before, but I can wholeheartedly say wisdom teeth are the worst.
I lost all my wisdom on Wednesday. It is now Saturday and I am still reeling from the pain of the procedure.
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and I've been living off a bland diet of soup, squash, jelly, yoghurt, cake and mashed up Weetabix all while crying because I'm in so much pain. It hasn't been an easy four days.
Wisdom teeth has led me to stumble upon FXX's Man Seeking Woman which is an incredibly hilarious show starring Jay Baruchel and Eric Andre that you should watch. Every cloud, right?
If there's been one vital thing to take away from this post it's that growing up well and truly sucks. Also, that having too much wisdom is a painful and costly thing.
Wisdom teeth surgery has turned me into a zombie and while I wholly accept that I was a terrible blogger to begin with, it's only going to get worse from here, folks! But don't fret just yet. I may not be as wise as I once was pre-Wednesday, but I did manage to retain some wisdom as one of the four wise teeth had enough room to snugly grow in. The other three were and are continuing to be agonizing.
So, growing up. It's a trap. Don't do it. It's painful and costs a lot of money.
Please pray for your no longer wise book blogging friend who is currently sobbing into a tub of yoghurt!
Until next time,