Justin: In the Feast of Being Able to. Amen.

Life With Holes In Your Head

Wednesday I had two of my wisdom teeth out. It was sort of like a birthday present. Turn 38, get two teeth pulled.

I miss those teeth. I really do.

It feels so wierd back there now. Of course it barely has stopped bleeding, it still aches, and I don’t know when I’ll be able to safely chew on that side, but moreover there is an uncomfortable void.

Since I only had top and bottom of the left side removed, I can compare the void to the present. I liked having them better and will do all I can to keep the other two in the future.

Having never had wisdom teeth or tonsils removed, this is the first time a doctor has come away with part of my body. I told him that. I just figure God gave them to me, they have a purpose. The old 20th century notion of vestigial organs is all but dead, anyway.

I asked the dentist about taking my organs of indeterminate value with me. I was told that OSHA had strict regulations on the disposal of teeth in biohazard waste containers.

Sigh. So much for the Tooth Fairy.

Does OSHA know what I do with my boogers?

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