Originally Posted by Chad300tdt

I had all 4 removed when I was 17. I lived with my dad at the time and he told me I had to find my own way to the surgeon's office.

I drove myself there, got 21 shots in my mouth due to a staff miscommunication, had the teeth removed and they had to dig a piece of root out that broke off.

Then I drove myself home where I found that my dad wanted me to finish hanging 20 sheets of drywall in the house we were building.

I popped two of the clots while bending over to pick up drywall sheets, packed them with gauze and kept working. My dad said that's how a man handles things and called me a wuss.

I wish my dad was as caring as yours.