This weekend, a dull pressure I’d noticed since Thursday became more prounounced. One of my bottom wisdom teeth, long known to be impacted, started to pinch something painful. The glands under my chin swelled up. I clearly needed to take action.

Rather than spend my time in France trying to chew around a swollen gum, I’ve made an appointment to get both of my lower wisdom teeth removed. The uppers were taken care of a few years ago. Dental surgery is frightening, but at least I have conversations like this to take my mind off it:

arielmeadow: So, teeth coming out Friday.
Steve: Just losing your wisdom, right?
arielmeadow: Well, I *do* live in LA, after all…
Steve: And not a moment too soon, I’d wager.
arielmeadow: …I’ve been meaning to get that unsightly wisdom removed for months!
Steve: Well, clearly your wisdom was already on furlough when you moved to LA in the first place.
arielmeadow: Excitement: I have absesses on my gum and everything!