My wisdom tooth was angry about this. He demanded an explanation, but I didn’t have a good answer. I already had a head spinning full of my own questions those past few weeks, and right then my focus was on a contract deadline coming up and wondering where my next iced coffee was going to come from.
I also had some other molars to worry about. Two were getting drilled in the next few days, and I longed for the local anesthetic to shut my wisdom tooth the fuck up. My other teeth didn’t care about whether I was on Facebook; they just wanted me to be happy, so I deleted all my friends and moved on. Later this week I’m meeting up with an oral surgeon to discuss deleting my wisdom teeth and moving on even further.