OH and that last post (xpost) has made me completely and utterly thankful that I never let the twat who made my teeth give me electric shocks near my wisdoms - mine started to come through wonky, he told me I'd have to have the bottom one out because it was pointing backwards and if that came out the top one (non-erupted) would need to come out too for balance, and that they might have to look at the others and see if they were doing the same thing.
The wonky one straightened itself up. The others came through fine. I still have 3 of them (only lost the one that fell to bits all by itself); AND I needed to have 2 molars re-filled because above-mentioned fuckwit hadn't lined the fuckers properly, which was why I was getting electric shocks from them every time a fork touched the metal, or they touched each other, or (God forbid!) I accidentally got a piece of silver foil in my mouth. Wanker. He was an "oh so cool and groovy" young bloke who played rock music in the dental surgery - thought he was on Casualty, or something, I don't know. Twat.
(Can you tell I didn't like him?)