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When I was in the RAAF, we used to get called in for regular dental checks, but it was free, so what the hell. One particular time, they were poking and peering in my head, when the dentist pronounced, "all four wisdom teeth will have to go". Needless to say, I was a tad surprised. Four days later, they pulled the full set in one sitting, in the chair. It wasn't fun. The grinding, cracking, crunching sounds eminating from one's own skull are disconcerting, to say the least, as is the sensation of drowning in your own spit because the assistant is dancing to the radio rather than vacuuming your throat. Still and yet, it wasn't particularly bad, nor especially painful. What was a little irritating, is that when said evil teeth were delivered up for inspection on the stainless steel platter, there was absolutely nothing wrong with them; they were one hundred percent healthy and hale (asside from now residing outside my head, an environment to which they clearly were neither accustomed nor adapted for). When I asked for an explanation of this (or more accurately an, "exthphlanayor") the lady dentist smiled and said that, "Oh, we take them out as a matter of course just in case they give you trouble in the future, and to give ourselves practice. You don't really need them you know". I more or less disagreed, and felt I needed them to fill the holes in my mandibles. Nevertheless, there was no arguing (how can you argue when you can only speak in vowel sounds), and they refused to put them back.
All in all, not that bad a proceedure, nothing like getting your knee reconstructed while you watch, and neither especially painful nor having any long lasting effects (asside from fostering a distrust of dentists in general and pretty female ones in particular).
Enjoy.
Daemon.
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