The teeth had to go

and they went, they're gone

On Thursday, a couple of blocks south of Central Park, Dr. B. extracted my two impacted wisdom teeth. Both on the bottom.

I was under “twilight sedation,” a mysterious thing. I wasn’t out cold, I was aware of instruments inside my mouth, the voices of Dr. B., and V., his assistant, but with each hour that passes I remember less and less.

My face hurts, m…