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Well, there comes a time in nearly every young adult’s life when the dentist looks at them and says ‘time to get those wisdom teeth out’. Most of the time this is said once, and then they do it, and you have fewer teeth, yay(?) I get that there are all sorts of reasons humans have evolved this stupid extra medical cost, but I get mad all over again every time I remember. It’s like your appendix, I know it logically has or used to have a purpose, but as far as doctors can tell that thing just sometimes self-destructs and kills you for no goddamn reason.
That aside, dentists have been basically pleading with me to get out these bonus teeth for years. The first time a dentist told me I needed them out, I was 18. This guy handed me a piece of paper face-down halfway through our consultation. The expression he held in that moment told me the paper was either informing me I had months to live, or how much the procedure would cost. Unfortunately, it was the latter. $6000, out-of-pocket, barring complications and extra expenses.
I looked at the number, and at him, and said ‘Oh yeah, I’ll talk to my in-laws about arrangements and make an appointment’. I’m pretty sure he knew I was lying since he was a dentist and it was straight through my teeth. Sort of his field.
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