I'm getting my wisdom teeth out . . .

and I'm frightened. In fact, I bet I don't sleep tonight.

I'm hoping the rest of the night crew can get my mind on something else.

 

David Beckham will try to take your mind off it.

 

He can take my mind off many things . . .

 

You know, it might not be that bad. As long as you don't have a seizure in the dentist's chair like I did (10 years ago), you'll be fine. Take the lead from my wife, who had two root canals two weeks ago and barely flinched - even as smoke was coming out of her mouth at one point.

Oh, and:

 

Rowwwrrrrr.

I don't think I want to know how smoke comes out of one's mouth.

 

In a related story, Diabeetus has decided to get his wisdom teeth removed.

 

THAT was funny.

 

Apparently in a root canal they stick plastic things inside your roots. To cut them off to size, they basically torch 'em. Smoke ensues and you smell burnt plastic.

My wife said it was 'neat.' I must admit, I thought she was pretty cool.

 

when they ask you if you want vicodin or percocet, choose the percocet.

 

That does sound pretty cool, as long as it's being done to somebody else!

 

Oh, I asked, and they said I was getting something stronger than vicodin.

 

Remember your old pal IJAG if you have any left in Seattle!!!