The Enemy of the Wisdom Tooth and Its Dupe

Although appropriately subdued still I am ecstatic that the offending bacteria-laden teeth are absent from my mouth.  I began having pangs of discomfort upon biting on my left side over six months ago.  I suspected it was more than my bite signature on a newly installed crown.  My dentist in Turkey was very accomplished, and although my bite was a little tight at the onset it quieted down.  It was the subterranean cavity lurking in my back most molar caused by my wisdom tooth barreling into it under the camouflage of my gum.  The impending damage to my molar wholly was disguised up inside my gum.  Drats!  There was nothing I could have done other than having had the wisdom tooth extracted sooner.  Saving my molar was a longshot, and while I never had an opportunity to bet on it, I lost.  It is of no consequence because the offending choppers now are sitting on my computer desk in front of me.  That afflicted molar has a large cavity in it at the mid point below the surface of my gum line.  Let's hear it for oral surgeons who are familiar with these hidden anomalies.  I was not fond of my molar, because when my permanent teeth began entering my mouth as an adolescent there was not enough room.  There were teeth all ready there, and quite a few of them had to be pulled.  Each time I visited the dentist he would pull yet another deeply-rooted permanent tooth until finally there was room for the ones I had.  Braces were next to force the newly emerged teeth to stand in rank and file.  It was a tedious process to undergo during puberty, and it didn't contribute to my self-esteem, especially dealing with girls.  I like them, but not that often they liked me after this gross process of growing vampire teeth in fifth grade.  When my braces were removed in the later part of eight grade, finally I had a nice smile.  All of that aside and of course weighing on my mind, my thoughts can divert to current events.