Wisdom Teeth

So, a couple of years ago my dentist informed me that my mouth was more than capable of housing my two lower wisdom teeth.
Great, I thought. Slightly miffed that I had a big mouth, at least they won't hurt me.

I remember when I was little, my mum was crying at the dinner table because hers hurt her so much and I could never understand it. They are only teeth that are already there, surely they can't hurt you that badly? Wrong answer.

There are few real pleasures in life, and those are predominantly eating and sleeping. Sleeping is ok until the paracetemol wears off but eating has become a nightmare. The upside is that I have been promised milkshake on demand if I get it removed...

The pain is ubiquitous, it isn't so bad that I feel the need to rob a doctor and inject myself with morphine but it is bad enough that I can't quite concentrate fully on anything.

Lucky then that I now have to pick up my car. Brilliant, a nice walk in the freezing cold to then drive precariously back home.