I had a wisdom tooth removed yesterday. It was the last of five. The first one angrily awakened me in the middle of the night demanding to be extracted from its dark cave. The pain was memorable. I was 27 years old and about six months pregnant with my second and last of two girl children. To this day my baby insists on vying for my attention in the same way my wisdom tooth insisted on waking me from my slumber.
My mouth aches. But it is okay. It could have been worse.
Five wisdom teeth later I hope I am wiser in life.