“The time has come!” the walrus said, “To talk of many things.” Unfortunately for me it’s not of shoes, and ships, and ceiling wax, or whether pigs have wings. It’s of teeth, and pain, and drugs, and whether we have enough dental insurance to cover wisdom tooth extractions. The last time I remember being at the dentist I was 16. They had told me I needed to have my wisdom teeth removed because it would ruin my dental work. I had a very healthy fear of the dentist by then, learning quickly that a trip to the dentist would only leave you in worse pain than you started out with. I remember somewhat laughing at them when they told me it was optional, and basically telling them,hell no! Do I regret it? Not really. Fast forward to today. This weekend I was holed up in bed with T3’s and Ketorolac, which by the way weren’t doing much for help, in excruciating pain in the left side of my jaw. I finally conclude that my wisdom teeth have got to come out. Today I went to see a dentist, terrified that he’d do something to make my teeth hurt even more than they did. Surprisingly I left unscathed. They took x-rays of my jaw, and I didn’t have to bite on some uncomfortable plastic thingy! He didn’t even ask me to “open wide”, he looked at my x-ray, told me what needed to be done, filled out a couple prescriptions, and sent me on my way. I have an appointment next Thursday to have all 4, yes, all 4, wisdom teeth pulled. I’m a little less scared knowing I’m being put under for it, but never the less, still afraid.