My wisdom tooth was angry about this. He demanded an explanation, but I didn’t have a good answer. I already had a head spinning full of my own questions those past few weeks, and right then my focus was on a contract deadline coming up and wondering where my next iced coffee was going to come from.
I also had some other molars to worry about. Two were getting drilled in the next few days, and I longed for the local anesthetic to shut my wisdom tooth the fuck up. My other teeth didn’t care about whether I was on Facebook; they just wanted me to be happy, so I deleted all my friends and moved on. Later this week I’m meeting up with an oral surgeon to discuss deleting my wisdom teeth and moving on even further.
Originally posted this afternoon on my Tumblr.