Later this morning I will allow a man to drug me and steal three of my most intimate possesions from right under my nose (literally!). I’ve dedicated a good bit of my body’s resources to growing these three (the fourth never materialized) “extra” teeth and I want them to know I’ve enjoyed our time together. I can’t help but question the “wisdom” of preventative extractions, but at least I have insurance. Charging $1200 for pain now to prevent potential pain later seems a little sketchy. But what do I know? I’m the crazy person letting someone wrench out the only “wisdom” I have at age twenty-four.
The wisdom of my wisdoms’ last hour