darkness hanging over me. A shadow wearing chasing life, peeking around corners and crouching in the bushes, and has now gained momentum and launched the assault with intent to destroy: I am going to remove wisdom teeth.
fifteen years ago, when I began my relationship with dentists and orthodontists, some of them said, "wow, you have a small jaw." From there it was all a series of files, iron, rubber and other miscellaneous items that widened palates or reduced teeth. Until one day I said, "Well, after Selectivity you'll need to remove wisdom teeth." Later. Much later. About four and a half years later. I thought the danger had passed. It's terrible.
And the people who I tell, eager to reassure, takes pains to tell me how horrible it was when they were taken away from them, or tears and frightening experiences (own and foreign) who get remembered.
is why I am asking a favor. People without wisdom teeth in the world: if you had a Saw-like experience with the dentist, you may tell me no. If, however, anesthesia led you to The Worlds of Yay, I want a narrative in detail. I want to know how cool you as you passed, the rainbow you saw and how much you have improved your lives since you have holes at the bottom of your mouths. And if not, you invent it. I want to live deceived.
And now I'll put the song from the world of Barney, because rush has given me to remember.
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