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When my second wisdom tooth had another little growth spurt recently I was able, as an adult, to take measures against the resultant discomfort; ibuprofen ameliorated the weird feeling of pressure inside my jaw, salty mouthwash helped prevent small things like poppy or sesame seeds getting trapped beneath the gum and booking a dental appointment (which was I was due anyway) would ensure the tooth was properly monitored and ready to be hoicked out when it starts interfering with my proper teeth. As happened the last time, waiting a couple of days saw the discomfort disappear and waiting two more months saw the dental check-up finally arrive at which the existing teeth were passed as fine and the wisdom tooth deemed no more visible than it was last time. When the wingpiglet's little teethlets decide to start shuffling upwards through his gums he is able, as a baby, to gurn, increase his dribbling output, attempt to cram both hands into his mouth at the same time and adjust his wailing/babbling balance in the favour of the former. Although baby-paracetamol appears to be excitingly orangilily-flavoured it must still have the same bitter aftertaste resulting in resistance to swallowing a dose thereof, resulting in a piercing gargle for a couple of minutes when combined with some mournful screeching. Despite the increased irritability he still went to sleep at about his normal time but was a bit more voluble when he woke up, slightly earlier than normal, resulting in a fun hour of wondering if he'd go back to sleep before the alarm went off, which he did not.