Yesterday I had an appointment with my friendly dentist to have a wisdom tooth removed. (yes, I still have mine!)

I am of the persuasion of "If they don't bother me, I won't bother them". I've been told for years that I should get them out which meant a trip to the oral surgeon and big bucks if you don't have dental insurance.

Last year I had one removed that had completely come through the gum and even had a cavity. It came out rather easily despite my internal trauma, anxiety and hyperventilating. Some of my anxiety came from my dentist who casually mentioned that he was 75% sure he could remove it . What? I want him to be 100% sure before he starts yanking anything out of my mouth!

This wisdom tooth had partially come through the gum and was coming in sideways. After looking at the xray Alan (my dentist) says casually "I can yank that puppy out.....how bout after Christmas?"

Since this exchange happened two weeks before Christmas and I truly never thought the date would ever arrive I said " Sure!"

Yesterday was the day of reckoning! Mr. Wonderful drove me and was there to hold my hand and let me squeeze his. Talk about anxiety attack! Needless to say this dentist was well prayed up and certainly had Divine intervention. This tooth was an upper moler so the sound of chipping and pressure though not painful, was distressing to this already distressed girl!

The tooth came out and I lived through the experience but it hasn't done anything to relieve my fear of going to the dentist! Wikipedia search on wisdom teeth says, " They are generally thought to be called wisdom teeth because they appear so late—much later than the other teeth, at an age where people are supposedly wiser than as a child, when the other teeth erupt. "

So maybe I'm not as wise as I thought as I still get very childish at the thought of going to the dentist!

Labels: dentist, wisdom