Tomorrow at noon, shortly after IV sedation, a highly trained oral surgeon will extract eight teeth from my face. I will be waving goodbye to all of my 3rd molars (that’s the “wisdom teeth” in common speech) plus an additional four premolars (that’s the bicuspids–to make room for straight teeth) and wishing good luck to the empty sockets in my mouth.

Goodbye and good luck you nasty pointy things. I’ll commemorate your by only eating gentle, soft foods for a while.