Wouldn't speak too soon.
First time I ever saw a dentist was when I was 18. Got cleaned up, had one filling done and that was it. From then up until early 30's all was sweet, regular dentist visits, no foreseeable problems. I was congratulating myself that I had no issues with my teeth, apart from one small filling.
My brother in law got his out. My wife and myself laughed at his chipmunk head. Then my wife had issues and got hers out. I laughed heartily at her new appearance, well the best I could do over skype from the pilbara.
Then I noticed I started getting ulcers, right up the back next to the wisdom teeth. I do get a lot of ulcers so I dismissed it.
A few months on, after constant ulcers I was getting a bit concerned. One or two ulcers turned into five or six on each side, and everything was all cut up in there because the teeth were starting to sort of move. My mouth swelled up like I had been clobbered, I couldn't even eat properly. Figuring this wasn't going to go away by itself anytime soon, I went to the dentist who confirmed the problem.
Whilst I was there he did a clean. When he stuck that sharp hook thing right up the back I nearly jumped out of the chair. He wanted to clean the wisdom teeth. I wanted to know what the point was when they are coming out. He gave up eventually after I said if he insists I'm walking.