Summer between my senior year in high school and freshman year at college, I was working two jobs. One was a factory job, deburring small parts for a machine manufacturer. This was purely a summer job available to kids of the company's employees and it was pretty competitive to get a job. The other was working in a music store, something I'd been doing for a few years already. I hated one of these jobs - guess which one.
One afternoon, I drove home from the factory in incredible pain. I told my mom when she got home that my mouth hurt a lot, and I wanted to go tot he dentist, thinking it might be my wisdom teeth. She told me "You've got an appointment next week, we're not moving it up so you can get out of a morning of work a week earlier." After looking in my mouth with a flashlight, she added "You're fine."
I had a shift at the record store that night, and I was miserable. I was just a clerk, but the store manager and AM were really cool, I'd been working with them since I started, and both were also working that night. After 45 minutes to an hour, the pain got so bad I had to sit down behind the counter. Shannon, the manager, said they had coverage, I should go home. I hadn't driven, so I called home to ask for someone to pick me up right then. Mom answered and said "I'll be there, and I'm calling Hoyda's [the dentist] office to get you in tomorrow." She knew if I was calling off from the store, something was very wrong.
The next morning, x-rays showed I had 4 impacted wisdom teeth, all coming in at about a 90 degree angle. They came out a few days later, at the next available appointment with the oral surgeon.
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