Wisdom Teeth???

My worst fear came true this week...my wisdom teeth are coming in. First off...why are they called Wisdom Teeth???? Do they make me more wise? I don't really think so...right now all they do is make me cranky and not very happy. The worst is my lower right side...the gum split open revealing the new tooth...oh joy.

Let me begin by saying that the dentist prescribes me valume just to get me in the chair for a cleaning and a check-up. Any major dental work would more than likely require some kind of sedation. If it is left to me to call the dentist and get myself there all my teeth would fall out before I did it. My mom has to call...make the appointment...and then drive me there. Sure...I could drive myself there...but I would never go in. So as you can tell...a trip to the dentist causes me SEVERE anxiety.

The last time I went I received my valume the day before. I took it that morning and then got in the car. As far as I was concerned it was not working. My breathing was rapid...my hands were sweaty and shaking...and I figured I would end up vomiting all over my poor dentist. We walked in the door and were almost immediately ushered back. Mom had told them to schedule extra time in case I needed any cavities filled...since I was already there and drugged they figured it would be best to get everything over with in one trip. They cleaned and examined my teeth in record time...I was back in the car 20 minutes after I had walked into the office. As I was leaving he said he would see me in another 4 years....I had planned on taking him at his word.

But now...my nightmare as arrived. I was hoping that since I had made it this long my wisdom teeth would never come in. But here they are...

I guess I shouldn't be too surprised...I didn't get any teeth until I was well over a year old. Mom thought I might never get teeth. I didn't loose my last baby tooth until I was a junior in high school...so for whatever reason I seem to be slow at developing my teeth.

So now I sit...growing wiser because my wisdom have decided to make their entrance. So naturally I will have to have oral surgery and get them removed. Unfortunately my mouth is not big enough for them to fit nicely...some people may find this surprising...LOL

I told my mom and dad to find me an oral surgon who will put me in an induced coma for 3 or 4 days...that way...when I wake up I will have no memory of any procedure or pain. It doesn't look like that will happen...

So...pray with me friends....that somehow my wisdom teeth will fall out of my mouth or disolve into nothingness in the next week! :)

Besides not understanding their name my other big question is this: Why in the world would God create us to have more teeth than our mouths can hold? Is this some crazy evolutionary thing...like with our appendix? Maybe it is to torture poor people like me who have severe anxiety when it comes to anything concerning the mouth!