Have you had sleepless nights wondering what could possibly be the connection between Wisdom as in knowledge, sense, insight, perception, astuteness, intelligence of the mind and a part of the human anatomy that gnaws, crushes, chews, crunches food particles? I'm talking about the unglamorous wisdom tooth. Read on.
After what I thought would be just another routine, boring exam, it was a rude shock when the dentist peered into my wide-opened mouth and with that grave look that he always has as if he has just performed an open-heart surgery, proclaimed that my "wisdom" tooth doesn't look alright. Wisdom where? Wisdom what? How come no one ever warned me till date, that my brain has started transferring its finite wisdom to - for heavensakes, why of all body parts, something so yucky as teeth? One can understand the need for additional storage, but there's plenty of other body parts that makes more sense.
Just when I start hyperventillating, he drops another bombshell. He wants to take out all of my wisdom teeth. Why? He thinks it could create major dental problems anytime in the next 50 years or he needs to buy a new car, he can't remember exactly which one. Also, it has to be done in the next few hours because I might die and become rotten wood by tomorrow. I pretend to listen to the rest of his lecture on molars and tooth decay with as much enthusiasm as a lamb in a slaughter house. All while screaming from inside -Noooooo.
Now I'm dreading the visit to my physician next week. Is he going to say that my brain has got tired of managing everything itself and has shifted some duties to the toenail? And, that from now onwards, my sanity will literally lie at the feet of a toenail. Which, of course has to be removed immediately. Why? My doctor needs to buy a new house or maybe loves to pull out toenails as his hobby, who knows?
Arrgh......I hate the entire white-coated, mortals-who-think-they-are-God, pretentious medical community. Ok, ok, vent over. And, that feels so much better. Go ahead, pull out all of my teeth now for all I care. Just give me some dazzling dentures.
After what I thought would be just another routine, boring exam, it was a rude shock when the dentist peered into my wide-opened mouth and with that grave look that he always has as if he has just performed an open-heart surgery, proclaimed that my "wisdom" tooth doesn't look alright. Wisdom where? Wisdom what? How come no one ever warned me till date, that my brain has started transferring its finite wisdom to - for heavensakes, why of all body parts, something so yucky as teeth? One can understand the need for additional storage, but there's plenty of other body parts that makes more sense.
Just when I start hyperventillating, he drops another bombshell. He wants to take out all of my wisdom teeth. Why? He thinks it could create major dental problems anytime in the next 50 years or he needs to buy a new car, he can't remember exactly which one. Also, it has to be done in the next few hours because I might die and become rotten wood by tomorrow. I pretend to listen to the rest of his lecture on molars and tooth decay with as much enthusiasm as a lamb in a slaughter house. All while screaming from inside -Noooooo.
Now I'm dreading the visit to my physician next week. Is he going to say that my brain has got tired of managing everything itself and has shifted some duties to the toenail? And, that from now onwards, my sanity will literally lie at the feet of a toenail. Which, of course has to be removed immediately. Why? My doctor needs to buy a new house or maybe loves to pull out toenails as his hobby, who knows?
Arrgh......I hate the entire white-coated, mortals-who-think-they-are-God, pretentious medical community. Ok, ok, vent over. And, that feels so much better. Go ahead, pull out all of my teeth now for all I care. Just give me some dazzling dentures.