...and I've made a decision. I'm bloody well *keeping* mine. I mean, for one thing, I think I filled my lifetime teeth-pulling quota when I was eleven and got four teeth pulled for my braces. For another thing, I'm allergic to general anesthetic and they couldn't put me under (unless there's some new-fangled method of conking one out of which I am unaware), and there's no way in hell (or anywhere else, for that matter) I'd go into that conscious. Strangely enough, I have a really high tolerance for all the *other* dental-related drugs/painkillers. When they give me needles and stuff (*swoon*), they always have to give me more than one. Or so they tell me - I always have my eyes shut. It's a BIG needle.
Anyway. My wisdom teeth have been in since I was eighteen and they've never bothered me before. And... I don't wanna. Which I think is a good enough reason, really, considering they're MY teeth, in MY mouth. Try telling that to my dentist, though. She seems to think they're *her* teeth, to be left or taken at *her* discretion. No, thank you. I'm good. I'll keep these, thanks much. There will be no semi-conscious surgery done on *me*, or *my* gums, methinks. Nuh uh. No way. Besides. I don't think anyone would like the effect Tylenol 3's would have on my admittedlly loopy biochemistry.
(Oh, yeah, while I remember: New song on my Tunes page, via here.)