For the past few weeks my wisdom tooth have been acting up.
Left one. Right one. Upper jaw.
One week the right one would act up.
Then it would heal.
Then the left one acts up..
Then it'll heal.
Now the right one's acting up again.
It's like my wisdom teeth has this fucken WWE tag team thing going on.
When it acts up the back of my mouth gets all inflammed and sore from the ulcers. Hard to bite. Hard to talk. Move mouth always bite into something fleshy. Pain. Pain. Pain.
I hate pain with a veangance. I suppose everyone does, unless you have some sort of a sick twisted fetish. But I'd like to think that I hate it more than most normal people. Like really REALLY, REALLY hate it. No, really. Like super duper seriously fucken hate it more than I hate the taste of Bombay Sapphire and that's really mindfuckingly a LOT.
BUT. Am going to be a man this morning.
Am going to the dentist to have it checked out AND have them EXTRACTED them on the spot.
God. the anticipation of PAIN is a motherfucker.
This coming from the chick who gets cramps like a troll's punching her uterus non-stop every 2 days in a month, and who might have to one day have to go through the pains of labour pushing this thing out into the world which is about 500 times bigger than the passage it comes out from. Shit. I HATE PAIN. I HATE THE WHOLE ANTICIPATION OF PAIN. ANTICIPATION IS ALWAYS WORSE THAN THE ACTUAL PAIN ITSELF CAN!
I've heard too many wisdom tooth related horror stories. Can write a book. Can make mini-series.
They always have one thing in common.
PAIN. PAIN. PAIN. PAIN. PAIN.
Sigh. Am going now. I can do this. I can do this I can do this Icandothis.
Hmm. On the bright side, might even be out of commission for a few days also, eh?
*imagines syringe in mouth. imagines pliers in mouth. imagines pain. Pain. PAIN*
Shit. Damn scared lah.
I need a shot of vodka.
Make it FIVE damnit.
(All five of you got stories ar? Share share a bit. I'll read it when I'm at HOME while enjoying the intimate numbing pain in my mouth. :()