At 3:08pm, I got a reminder phone call. At 3:34, I had X-rays taken. At 4:09, I was out the door and on my way to the pharmacy.
What was this quick and easy appointment? Wisdom teeth! I had been terribly stressed about it because the overwhelming picture of this procedure in the American cultural imagination is of a chipmunk-cheeked, miserable young adult laid up for a day or two eating mush. So far, the only real problem I’ve had is making myself understood, and frankly, that happens even without marble-mouth and a cotton pad clenched between my molars.
On the downside, they would only take two teeth and there isn’t time to schedule another appointment. I guess I’ll get to experience this all over again, but the American way.
PS: It’s 5pm, so I get to take out the cotton pad! The only thing I need to remember is to swallow my spit for the rest of the day. No spitting it out; it’s all got to go down the pipes. I didn’t understand why, but that’s par for the course. Probably something to do with bleeding…