In Oct of 1987, I am in recruit training when I get orders to go see the dentist. I check in and get a notice that I need my wisdoms pulled. I figured WTH, if they say so. The next morning I go down to the dentists and they proceed to pull all 4 that day. They cut each one in half and grinded away till they were done. I will never forget the pressure, the smell of smoke from the saw, and the blood flying around and out of my mouth. I was ordered to stay in bed for a few days while I healed. For 2 days I awoke with the bed stained in blood. After 2 days I was getting a little hungry, so I crawl out of bed and start getting ready to go to chow when the drill instructor says, "Oh, You can't get out of bed to workout, but you can sure get your fat azz out of bed to go eat". Inside, I'm thinking sure, I am starving here. Nothing like the good ol' Marine Corps to get a job done quickly. The hole left from the wisdom teeth were as deep as a nickel is long.
Semper Fi