The past few days I’ve been dealing with some dental drama, so I went to the dentist. I will have to be parting with my wisdom teeth, almost twenty years after my childhood dentist first said I’d eventually have to get rid of them. They had a good run, but it is time for them to go. I saw my dental x-ray. You know, the machine moves around your whole head now? I thought that was neat. Now I have to find an oral surgeon to take my wisdom teeth away. Well, at least I got some vicodin and antibiotics out of the deal.