The Navy dentist who looked at my mouth in boot camp told me "Those wisdom teeeth need to come out, son. If not now, then maybe when you're at sea. Better here." He extracted them all, and man was I miserable. Had one day of bedrest, bled out all over my pillow and sheets back in the barracks. Felt like crap, but got up anyway on the advice of my company commander. "If your @$$ stays in that rack another day you're going to get set back in training."
You made the right decision!