I am a big wimp. I’ll admit it. I feel faint at the sight of blood, and the thought of any surgery – major or minor – makes me queasy. Which is why I have put off the whole wisdom teeth removal issue for as long as possible. Unfortunately, it’s becoming something that I have to do. I knew before I went in for my cleaning this morning that they were going to tell me that. Since my dentist doesn’t make money off of it (he refers people to one of two oral surgeons) I do believe him. I just don’t want to do it. Anyway, I can at least procrastinate just a bit longer – after all, who wants to be laid up for the better part of a week in the middle of the summer? – since my next downtime (no concerts or musicals) will be next January. Small reprieve, though, since I will get to spend the next six months absolutely dreading it.
