Tosser of a tooth, if you ask me.
I'm still baffled by the term, "Wisdom teeth," and I'd like to meet the person who named them as such so I can punch them in the face, so they too can share my pain. Nevertheless, my curiosity beat me down and I had to Wiki it up. Here's what Wiki could tell me:
-They are generally though to be called wisdom teeth because they appear so late - much later than the other teeth, at an age where people are presumably "wiser" than as a child.
-In Korean, its name is Sa-rang-nee referring to the young age and the pain of the first love.
-In Japanese, it's name is Oyashirazu, literally meaning "unknown to the parents," from the idea that they erupt after a child has moved away.
There's more but I don't care for it.
I don't know about you, but just because I'm wiser than I was as a child, does not mean I enjoy the constant throbbing pain in my mouth. And as a matter of fact, I don't remember the loss of my "first love" hurting anything like this. In fact, it was less painful and easier to numb out. I still haven't moved out of home either, so that silly Japanese theory does not apply. Wiki has taught me nothing, and I'm still stuck wondering why such a lovely term as "wisdom" was given to such a stupid tooth, that in most cases is removed. I don't feel any wiser having the teeth, I just feel more grumpy.
My dentist appointment is tomorrow. I'm nervous. I don't like medical procedures, and the idea of needles in my mouth terrifies me. I suppose, "no pain, no gain," applies to such a situation. I don't want someone poking around in my mouth when I can't see. I don't want someone causing me pain. I don't want to wake up feeling the same, if not worse. I don't want puffy cheeks and still being unable to eat solids. ...I think it's quite safe to say I have control issues... Might as well summon all my courage tomorrow morning. If I want this tooth gone, I'm going to face my fear head on.