No More Wisdom

Century's band was invited to perform with ISU's band, and I heard it was wonderful.  Del took the kids to see Maren's performance, but sadly, I couldn't go.  I was home recovering from.......

....domestic violence?   No, although I sure looked like it with my big, ugly bruise and swollen jaw!  No, it was the dreaded Wisdom Tooth Extraction!  Ouch!  I know exactly what you are thinking (because it was the first thing everyone said to me).  "You still had your wisdom teeth?"  Yes, because I am a great, big baby!  I got my bottom ones out when I was 16, and it was awful!  My upper ones never descended until about 8 years ago, and for the last 8 years every time I go in for a cleaning, my dentist has been telling me to make an appointment to get them out. Being the chicken that I am, I just told him, "You can't make me!" What finally got me to make the appointment was sheer thriftiness.  Starting in January (thanks to Obamacare) my insurance premiums will go up and the benefit will go down, so I decided to bite the bullet to save a few dollars.  More likely a few hundred.

It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be, but it was several times worse than I wanted it to be!  I'm just glad it's over.   The only good part was that I ordered season 1 of "The Middle" to watch while I was recuperating.  I love that show!  I watched every episode straight through twice and laughed until my cheeks ached.  Unfortunately, all of the laughing made me pop a stitch in an incision my dentist had carefully sewed shut, so now it's healing incorrectly, and he assures me it will never look quite right.  Bummer!  There goes my career as a molar model.  Oh, well.  I'm feeling good now (just in time for Halloween candy!), and my bruise is almost gone, so Del is feeling better when I go out in public.  Life is better now that I don't have that hanging over my head.  I am now wisdomless.