Aftermath of Teeth

So Monday, I had teeth numbered 1, 16, 17 and 18 extracted from my mouth. I won't hesitate to admit that I was actually a little scared going into this procedure, and my aforementioned rereading of Frank Norris' McTeague hasn't really helped matters any. My wife, though, was the voice of reason, and said, "Don't be scared. They do this all the time. You'll be fine." Of course, Christy was ...