30 before 30: get my wisdom teeth out
Number 14 on my 30 before 30 list is to have my wisdom teeth removed.
I know that probably seems like a strange ‘goal’ to have, but it’s something that needs to be done. (I have been procrastinating for three years now.)
Well. Today’s the day!
My auntie is dropping me off at St Vincent’s at 1.00 pm. I should be home by 7.00 pm at the latest. I have the freezer stashed with guava and coconut water ices (sent in the post in a glossy pink box from a beautiful friend), and the fridge and cupboard stocked with custard, yoghurt, and soup. I bought a packet of 150 straws. That should be enough, right? I’ve plunked a gigantic bottle of alcohol-free mouthwash on the bathroom counter in the likely event that I’m not able to brush my teeth for a couple of days.
That’s the most traumatising part of the deal for me, a dental hygiene enthusiast. You think I won’t try to brush my teeth, Mr Handsome Oral Surgeon? I’m sure I’ll find a way to wangle a toothbrush in there… in the front, at least.
See you soon, with a much lighter jaw!