I don't know why we call them "wisdom teeth". There's nothing wise about them; I have found third molars make you want to loose your mind. They serve no purpose but to crowd the mouth. The day you have them taken out I'll bet you'll slurp on sloppy soup. You'll drool alot and dribble drops on droopy lips. You'll ask your mommy for more medicine and ice; she will not recognize your puffy face. I had the surgeon put mine in a jar so I could see them when I start to sulk and whine about the day I've had. So far, it's changed my attitude. It helps me think about the awful aches they used to cause. So now -- third molar free -- I'm also wise, and don't have such a hassle chewing steak.
Man, that's great. As I was reading about your having them put in a jar, I started thinking, "well, there's your wisdom" which you ended up saying. Great minds think alike, eh? 4 weeks to recover, though? Damn, must have been pretty impacted.
yep...the surgery took 2 and a half hours. I still have bone fragments working their way up to the surface and I can't open my jaws all the way yet. But I'm eating solid foods again!
