Had a wisdom tooth pulled yesterday. Did it the old fashioned way. A little local, a few cracks and a yank. Might as well have tied it to the door knob and had a good push. But it was only one tooth so what the heck…

I find myself tounging the stitch. The only reason I have it is because dr. missed a peice of the root and had to go “rooting” around for it for some twenty minutes. I wonder if that is where the expression comes from “rooting around” I always thought it came from digging in the ground for roots. Something else to ponder.

I have some more to write but I’ll have to come back later…


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