With the left side of my face swollen with impending wisdom (although admittedly I don't see it coming at all), I am once again regretting my non-action on the growth of the wisdom teeth that seem to dominate my life and cause an unending suffering. That is until I take the bull by the horns, or in simpler terms, get my mouth examined by a different dentist who will just bloody well give me an appointment date to have them extracted, and after a serious amount of pain and perhaps lots of blood, I will stop looking as though I had dislocated my jaw.
It was almost a year ago (short by a month or so) when I visited the dentist last. She told me that my teeth was 'impacted'? (I'm not really sure, because it is rather hard to communicate when you've got all those tingly cold instruments in your mouth - if I can't talk, I can't get what the other person is saying either!) Alas! She said that she could not remove them and asked me to refer to a proper orthodontist.
Refer I did, but I ended up having to communicate with (what I believe to be) an incompetent receptionist which sort of became a totally non-productive communication and I hung up without getting the appointment because she couldn't answer my question and I couldn't get her, either. Sometimes I wonder if it's actually my communication skills that suck! Ah, well!
So yes, I've suddenly reached the point where I think action must be taken. Maybe I'll just stroll by their place, get a normal check up, and then get an appointment somewhere next month (This month has way too many audits and activities) Who needs 32 teeth anyway?
It was almost a year ago (short by a month or so) when I visited the dentist last. She told me that my teeth was 'impacted'? (I'm not really sure, because it is rather hard to communicate when you've got all those tingly cold instruments in your mouth - if I can't talk, I can't get what the other person is saying either!) Alas! She said that she could not remove them and asked me to refer to a proper orthodontist.
Refer I did, but I ended up having to communicate with (what I believe to be) an incompetent receptionist which sort of became a totally non-productive communication and I hung up without getting the appointment because she couldn't answer my question and I couldn't get her, either. Sometimes I wonder if it's actually my communication skills that suck! Ah, well!
So yes, I've suddenly reached the point where I think action must be taken. Maybe I'll just stroll by their place, get a normal check up, and then get an appointment somewhere next month (This month has way too many audits and activities) Who needs 32 teeth anyway?