On teeth

My wife Roslyn has had bad teeth ever since our first child was born. My teeth have never been too bad, although I don't like them. I don't know many people that do like their own teeth, although it's not really a typical conversation piece - "Hi, I'm Rob... do you like your teeth?"

One of the big problems with my teeth is that my lower wisdom teeth grow sideways. I don't know why this is, but I've seen the pictures, and it's definitely true. They grow sideways, towards my other teeth. I discovered this a few years ago, but it was going to be all too complicated to get them removed, and they weren't giving me any grief, so it was all fine. Not the case any more. Now, it seems that on the right, my wisdom tooth has punctured the tooth next to it, and made a hole that the dentist couldn't reach if he tried.

So on Thursday, I have an appointment with an oral surgeon. I think that should be someone who just talks about surgery. I remember having oral exams in French class at high-school, and it certainly didn't involve a reclining chair, weird light and a bloke counting. Anyway - Thursday isn't the big day, it's just a consult.