Pearly Whites of Wisdom

I hate the entire concept of wisdom teeth. I don't understand why, when that whole business is supposed to be over and done with, our genetics decide that hey, we need new molars on all sides. Of course, the whole thing has me a little worried, to be honest. Awhile back, a dentist told me that my jaw isn't wide enough to accomodate all my wisdom teeth. Imagine -- someone telling me my mouth's not big enough.

So now I have to worry about impaction ... and I can't do a damn thing about it until I get back from my holiday. That's if I want to go on holiday at all. I remember all too well having my appendix out and not being able to fly for two weeks because of surgery and stitches and all. And of course, the pain doesn't really help. For the time being, painkillers do the job but I hate taking so many. Between what they cut over-the-counter analgaesics with and the phosphoric acid I take in on a regular basis (cola), I'll be lucky if I don't get ulcers.

Wisdom teeth my arse. What's so smart about this, I'd like to know?

Right. Off to be a former pirate. Hasta.