Passage into Adulthood – the painful way
I read a little while ago – while doing some research on the subjects of teeth and gums – that ones wisdom teeth come out when a pubescent child makes his final and official passage into adulthood.
I never knew of this until now, the news is still fresh in my mind, days old in fact, but somehow, sadly, puberty is officially done with me and I can be called an adult (body and hormone wise at least). That is all in fact nice and dandy.
No problem except I’ve always dreaded adulthood, problems and responsibilities were never my thing – though I’ve to see them for more than a year now and I must say I’m not impressed. Though that is not all there is to the so called adult stage of anyone life, so I’m pretty content for the moment and just thinking of the future makes me a little bit giddy, so it’s not all that bad, but back to the subject of wisdom teeth.
I knew that one of my wisdom teeth was supposed to pop out any moment now. I had radiographies done on a regular basis of my teeth, since I had, still do, various problems, thus I knew that the little buggers were hiding within my gums for about two or three years now, giving the usual whack of – manageable – pain. My dentist even confirmed that I had just one more layer before one of them was officially born and guess what? A month later I gave birth to a wisdom tooth, at least a small dent of one. If you don’t pull the gum a bit you won’t even notice it.
From what I know of them, they grow over a long period of time and I understood that. It takes a long time, they are situated in an uncomfortable place, and they announce that you’re an adult similarly to the snowdrops that make known the first day of spring. What I didn’t know, or at least have a deeper understanding of, was how much it would hurt.
The place where it is growing right now has been hurting like a bitch for four days, with no sign of stopping. Also another one of them gave a rather painful jolt (for two days now) that it’s awake, but not quite ready to party yet, right above the one that’s hurting the hell out of me. Imagine one part of my face is fine and the other one throbbing similar to my heart beats, in agony of course. Without pain I can live, without heart beats, ummm…not so much.
Just thinking that I have a long way to go until they actually pop all out, officially ending the torture has me screaming in frustration and imagine that I still have one more baby that has been sleeping peacefully till now – the fourth still hasn’t been conceived yet, it seems, sigh –, when he gets his tummy aches and gets frustrated and bored, he’ll think “hmm, what should I do to bring a little more joy in mommy’s world?” and the response will be, of course, “that’s right, I should wake up and give her my attention.” All I can ask of my little pretties now is to grow up mega fast for mommy safely at the same time of course.
The complication that involves all that is related to wisdom teeth in general scares me, so all I can do is hope and pray.
Thus for all of those that read this post and suffer through the same pain I am right now, I encourage you *Fighting!* and wish to remind you that you are now officially an adult, thus if you wanted a reason to party like you did when you turned 18 (20-21 in other countries, I think?) you can do so.
So go party like crazy and have a good time. Good luck and have fun!! ^_^
Fin
