I’ve developed the utmost sympathy for babies who cry at night from the pain of their new teeth cracking through the gums.

Like everyone’s, my wisdom teeth are enormous chunks of bone that show up late for the mouth-party. There’s also the distinct probability that they are appearing in the wrong position and/or orientation.

Feeling around ‘back there’, I can tell that on my lower-right tooth, one of the four corners, turrets if you will (my sincerest apologies to oral professionals), has broken through. The other three hover directly beneath a thin layer of gum, stretched taut, and raw to the touch.

If I could leave them alone, I’m convinced that they’d hurt less than they do now. But the activity of computer programming, which I engage in all day long and most evenings, requires a fair amount of intellectual flexing and cogitation. Flexing the Brain Muscle means nervous activity. I explain that by saying that an inconsequential distraction such as eating carrot sticks or rubbing gums with the tongue protects my concentration from being shattered at its most fragile moments.

In short, I’m facing the probability of having to get my wisdom teeth extracted.

I’d be hearing ominous music, but I’m listening instead to Terry S. Taylor’s delightful Imaginarium — Songs From The Neverhood.

Mike

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