What’s Your Wisdom Tooth Story?

On Wednesday, a good friend is getting her wisdom teeth removed. She’s in her 30s, so she’s had her wisdom teeth for much longer than most people I know, but it’s time to get them out.

She’s pretty nervous about it, so I thought I’d share my brief wisdom tooth story and invite you to share yours (especially if it’s mundane and boring, as I suspect most wisdom tooth stories are).

I was in my teens when my dentist determined it was time to extract my wisdom teeth out. I’m always curious about what doctors and dentists are doing to me, so I opted to get local anesthesia. I was 100% awake and alert during the surgery.

I remember most of it being really easy, though there was one tooth they had to pound pretty hard. My memory may be incorrect–it must be, because they couldn’t have fit a hammer in my mouth–but I recall them hammering away at one tooth to get it out. Whatever it was, I was surprised by how loud it was.

I spent the rest of the day relaxing and being pampered, though my mom got tired of that pretty quickly, so I was left on my own to read, nap, and study. I was back on my feet the next day, and like most people, I probably started to eat solid food before I should. I was hungry! I didn’t like the feel of gauze in my mouth, nor the feeling of my gums being “loose,” but my mouth seemed to heal quite quickly.

And that was it. I don’t know if my life is significantly better or worse due to my wisdom teeth being gone, but I’m glad I no longer have to worry about them, and I hope that’s the case for my friend too.

What’s your wisdom tooth story?