The Tooth of the Matter

There is a volcano in my mouth, well two actually.  They have been dormant for many years, and now they have decided to erupt.

Okay they are not volcanoes; they are my impacted wisdom teeth. The two bottom ones to be exact (I had the top natural disasters extracted years ago) But the bottom two where laying quietly in wait, and because they were not doing anything, my dentist advised a few years back, that I just let them be because there was a chance that they would never come in at all.

But here they come with a vengeance, and there is no room for them. When I was a teenager I had lots of expensive (well expensive for my parents) orthodontic work. Because of this I have a nice straight smile, also because of this there is absolutely nowhere for my wisdom teeth to go.

I have been feeling some pressure in my jaw and gums for a while now (like about a year sort of while, so it shows how bad I am about getting this stuff dealt with), but it is only recently that I have noticed sharp bits of teeth pocking through.

I need to deal with it. It hurts and it can actually eventually ruin that pretty orthodontic work that my parents so generously paid for. But I’m scared, I am scared that a regular dentist wont be able to deal with it, and that I will have to go to an oral surgeon. This is particularly frightening because I am pretty phobic of doctors, and I have never been put under. I am also super scared about the price (like I wrote in a previous entry, I am trying to save enough to be in an off campus apartment)

But honestly the longer I put it off, the worse it will get, and the more pain I will suffer from it.

I guess nothing makes me feel like a big baby as cutting teeth.