With Age Comes Wisdom...

More wisdom teeth that is.  I went in for my semiannual dentist check-up last week and after some x-rays and general cleaning, they were able to identify what had been bothering me: ANOTHER wisdom tooth.

I was displeased at the news to say the least.  I had two wisdom teeth removed in high school and it was a generally miserable experience.  My younger brother still loves to taunt me to this day about how I cried while in a drug-induced haze.  It was painful and something I was assured I was done with.

But sure enough there it was on the screen for all to see...one more to go.  "Luckily" (according to the dentist) it had erupted and would be a cinch to get out.  RIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHHHT.  I scheduled the appointment for this past Friday, but then rescheduled it to Wednesday so I could just get it over with...all the while defying logic and reason because I had an interview Thursday AND Katie's holiday party Thursday night.  After some gentle coersion, i.e. complete and total overtaking of my life (in a good way), Katie convinced me to move it back to Friday.

And it actually went down just as the dentist described.  I was in and out in 30 minutes - even with the obligatory Tebow talk - and besides some soreness over the weekend, it was a true non-event.  So adios wisdom tooth number three!  Hopefully the Tooth Fairy has something sweet up her sleeve...

See ya sucker!