Well, I finally got my wisdom teeth pulled, well sort of. Three out of four is not bad. Needless to say, I'm looking for a new dentist. That was NOT a good experience at all. My dentist should have sent me to an oral surgeon, but instead, he decided to take all the money for himself and pull my teeth in the office. Brilliantly, I'm thinking it's a good idea because I can just get it done there, and I won't have to be put completely under. For some reason I'm afraid to be put under. I think I'm afraid I won't wake up. Anyway, I learned my lesson. I told him after tooth number 3, I'm done. It was a wrap. The pain was so excrutiatling, I started crying. This was after he numbed the area like three different times. When he took forever to get out the first tooth, I should have known... Really, he should have known he bit off a lot more than he could chew. Greed is a mother.