So I got just that one (lower left) removed since it was out of pocket. It sucked. I drove myself there and back, but I went back to my parent's house (about a 4 mile ride from where I had the tooth out) and by the time I got there the drugs were wearing off so it just hit me and I kinda went into shock I think. Fortunately, my mother decided to leave work early when I told her that I went to her house, so she got home like 5 minutes later and hooked me up with vicodin that she had kicking around, so I didn't have to get my own script filled.
Since then it's been suggested I get the others out -- upper left because (in theory) with no lower left for it to butt up against it will drop out of alignment, upper right because it never came in so it's hanging out sideways above some of my molars, and lower right because if the rest are going why not... but I haven't yet. I had the appointment scheduled, but then some family stuff came up so I cancelled it and just have never gotten back around to rescheduling it. I'm working on the "I'll do it when it becomes a problem" theory -- and I'll get all 3 removed when one of them becomes a problem. It may not be genius, but I'll survive.
. She also never wore gloves when shoving her hands in my mouth which grossed me out at least she washed her hands but come on gloves people. 
