inphiltrate nonfiction v.7.5

I went to the dentist last Wednesday, thinking I either had a cavity or that one of my sealants had come off. I wasn’t really sure, as neither had ever happened, but I was sure something was wrong. As it turned out, the dentist told me that a piece of my gums was over the backs of my wisdom teeth on both of the bottom ones, and that one of them had become aggravated due to abuse (apparently chewing on top of said gums).

So, to remedy this seemingly small problem, the dentist suggested that I go see an oral surgeon and have my wisdom teeth removed.

I italicize that because it pretty much ruined my week.

You want to take my wisdom teeth out, even though you and two other dentists said I have room for them, because there’s a little bit of gum over the back of them? Are you kidding me?

So as you can see, I’m very much against this idea. Though you may think it’s asinine of me to think getting them out is stupid, I think it’s equally as foolish and ridiculous that they want me to have oral surgery to prevent this from happening again.

I’ve gone how many years without this ever happening? Four? Five? I will very gladly go to the dentist and get a prescription for amoxicillin every four years rather than having oral surgery.

I’ve been told by a lot of people that it’s not bad. I’d be out for a few days, only able to eat soft crap, it doesn’t hurt, I’d be asleep, etc. The thing is…I don’t care. I don’t want to be out for a few days. Soft crap isn’t a big deal. It doesn’t hurt? Dr. Mire pulled half a cracked tooth out of my mouth with nothing. No Novocain, didn’t even ask. “Oh, this tooth can come out!” It hurt, and it bled for about an hour. Big whoop. Then, the big one. They’d put me to sleep (which is, coincidentally, a euphemism for euthanizing an animal). Guess what? I don’t want to be put asleep, and I definitely don’t want to be awake. That’s quite a problem, isn’t it?

I don’t like the idea of being put to sleep. See, I’ve got this thing against substances affecting my physical being beyond my control. It’s why I’ve never been drunk and never even thought about touching drugs. I don’t even like taking Benadryl without drinking coffee because it makes me sleepy otherwise (think it’s hypocritical that I’m okay with caffeine? Tough! ). It’s not that I’m against medication or advances in medical science (though I am against the overuse of antibacterial ingredients in everyday items such as soap), I just don’t want something affecting my body that I can’t control unless it is truly and overwhelming helping me in some way that is irreplicable (is that a word? If not, pretend it is) by other means. Something that helps me and has seemingly no other effects, such as the aforementioned amoxicillin, is fine.

So in conclusion, I fully intend on doing my very best to not have my wisdom teeth out. And I don’t really care who thinks I’m stupid for it, no matter what happens.

Engagement party yesterday. More about that later.

-Philip