I agreed with the dentist to get my wisdom teeth out after the first of the year.
They've needed to come out for years, and I haven't gotten it done, partly because—I hesitate to divulge it—I've harbored a secret notion that the wisdom teeth are causing a low-grade infection in my head. An infection that affects the brain in a subtle way, and has been holding me back just that little bit, maybe, I don't know—just say it!—keeping me from becoming the next Kurt Vonnegut.
I think I've been avoiding getting the teeth removed on the very real chance that there isn't any low-grade infection that is keeping me from becoming Kurt Vonnegut.
And what will I do if I don't have that hope?