And The Big Deal Was??

It was obvious that the oral surgeon was not used to working with someone who had NOT taken all the drugs on the market before coming to his office. However, he quickly set to work, once he said, "Oh, well..." under his breath. He really kept asking if I were "okay" and watching my body language to be sure. I was. Really. Okay. The capper was when I asked for my teeth to put under my pillow for the tooth fairy. Surely these are worth something I kept insisting....

My wisdom teeth came out fairly simply as promised in your comments and, while I have stitches, I feel just fine. A little Tylenol and I am not even aware of anything "painful" -- whatever that is..

However, I have celebrated with a peach shake, Wendy's wasn't open yet, and a long nappie.  I could get used to this.

Oh, yeah, and, my head didn't come off.