An ode to wisdom teeth...
Oh,little wisdom teeth,how I miss thee.
I shall never forget the day,after a month of splitting headaches
my dentist telling me that you,my little teeth
were growing in,in such a most peculiar way.
"They must come out!" he said.
"But,alas...I am but a mere Dentist,you my fat little friend,shall need to see an Oral Surgeon!"
My heart raced at the thought of this...what is this Oral Surgeon he speaks of?
So the date was set.
I was to go under multiple gases & drugs to assure I would not awaken during the removal of my
little teeth,that if left in would only go astray & take the rest of their brothers & sisters down with them into an enamal chipped hell.
A few hours later I awoke...sooooooo sleepy.
My mouth now filled with the gaping holds where all 4 of you once were.
No pain,just a hollow reminder of what you could have,but never were.
As the drugs wore off,my friends tried to scare me of stories of dry socket & other nasty things that could happen after such an ordeal.
Oh,how I prayed...
"Dear Lord,please don't let me get dry socket..I will do anything you ask..I'll never sin again..I promise!"
Because this is what you do when you are scared...you promise God outlandish things,thinking,perhaps this last time he'll let me slide & do me a solid.
He always does you a solid.
You just don't realize it most of the time because you are too busy trying to put one over on him.
So,my dear sweet wisdom teeth...sometimes I think back to where you tried to spring forth from,frantically feeling with my tongue where the hard spaces now reside and wonder,oh I wonder if your in a better place...in little tooth heaven. Hoping you hold me no ill will for what had to be done.