My wisdom teeth haunt me.  I know that they are there, just waiting to attack when I least expect it.  I liken them to hidden landmines in my mouth with age and time as the tripwire which will eventually set them off.  When will they make their presence known is anyone’s guess.  But when they do, I hear the pain is greater than being kicked in the head by a feral donkey.

I paid a visit to the dentist last month after not having gone for over 3 years.  I shivered in fear during the whole oral ordeal like a nervous brownie before her first cookie sale.  Total damage?  A few bucks, 3 small cavities, and one erupted wisdom tooth that must be extracted asap.  Uckfay.

I have yet to pull out even one wisdom tooth.  I currently have all four of them – 3 still burrowed deep within my gums, secretly planning their oral Jihad, and the one erupted one.  When I asked my dentist (and drinking buddy) why it was so urgent to pull out the exposed wisdom, he informed me that it had a cavity the size of a small African nation which immediately threatens to make it too soft for extraction.  When I asked if a “soft tooth” was a bad thing my dentist looked at me square and said, “Yes.  If it’s too soft, your tooth will crumble like a crouton in my pliers and leave the tooth root lost within my gums forever without the hope of escape except through serious invasive/painful surgery.”  Uckfay again.

So here I am, still waiting around with my soft tooth that’s just getting softer everyday like a block of cheese sitting in the sun.  I am too scared to pick up the phone to order the extraction of my oral crouton.  But the longer I wait, the mushier my tooth will become.  The longer I wait, the greater the pain will become.  Even with all this logic, I do nothing.  How can something so small scare me so much?  I know what I must do but I cannot do it.  Uckfay yet again.  Maybe if I wait long enough, they’ll invent a “Star Trek tooth transporter” that will painlessly disassemble my ailing wisdom tooth out of my gums, molecule by molecule.  Sigh…  Just let me live in my delusional blanket of fear for just a little while longer.

What’s something you know you have to do but you’re just too darn scared/afraid to do it?

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