This morning I went in for my first consultation with a dentist in Corvallis.  Again, I haven’t been to one in a while (not so bad as with the eye doctor, I think it’s only been two years since I’ve had a teeth-cleaning), so this was very much needed.  The good news: only one cavity, and it’s not a bad one.  Less-good news: my wisdom teeth don’t *need* to come out, but eventually they will make it too hard to clean my molars, and that will be inviting all sorts of horrid pain on my future self.  I asked him, “How soon?” and he replied, “Don’t wait 10 years.”  Good advice.  My mom had previously mentioned that if they need to come out, do it while I’m back in Michigan for the holidays so that my family can bring me soft foods and fetch books and movies for me, but with the situation appearing less dire, I think I’ll wait a few months.  If Twinkle’s offer still stands to coddle me after the operation, I’ll take her up on it in spring.  I was also glad to hear that in his professional opinion, since I have a tiny, tiny mouth and an over-reactive gag reflex, I should really be put to sleep for the operation; trying to do it while I’m awake, no matter how heavily sedated, could lead to complications.  I know most insurance companies don’t cover a general for something like wisdom-tooth extraction, but if there’s a medical reason for it, I might be able to get them to pay for it.