So it is now unavoidable. The wisdom teeth are coming out. Recommended by the dentist and oral surgeon, they only have weeks left in my mouth. It turns out that it would have been better for them to come out when I was in my twenties, as they are now well fused into the jawbone and one in particular has a little kick that is going to make life ...interesting.
Not that I care, because I will be unaware of anything going on. Much better than having the couple of actual problem ones out in the chair.
I like the totally asleep part of the concept.
I was glad that the surgeon only has theatre time in two Toowoomba Hospitals, because I do a fair bit of hospital visiting here and know many of the staff by sight, if not to talk to. And if I find it hard to be a Christian before about 8.30 in the morning, how would I do recovering from a general anaesthetic and in pain?
Just as well to disappear into the anonymity of a Toowoomba Hospital where I won't know anyone.
Except that the day I selected (that fitted into my schedule with a week off to recover) is at a hospital where I know one of the administrators.
That's okay, she won't see me when I'm in pain or coming out of the anaesthetic.
But I then found out that the nurse practitioner for this particular surgeon at this particular hospital is the daughter of one of our church ladies, and I've met her on a number of occasions. I probably know her better than most of the hospital staff here.
Chance that I saw that one coming?
... Approximately None!
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