The unbearable pain that is having teeth taken out. I had one wisdom tooth taken out last Tuesday. They had to file at my jaw bone to get the tooth out and I was awake through all of this. True, I was doped up and all I kept trying to do was hide my unshaven, hairy legs from the really hot dentist patting my hand, but all of that wasn't enough to distract me from the guy jerking my head from side to side trying to pull the tooth out. And let's not talk about the stitches! I think the Novocaine might have started to wear off by that point because I could feel the needle going in and out of my gums and I could feel the thread moving through.
And now I look like I've been abused, with half my face swollen the size of a basket ball. I can't talk, I can't eat and that's basically the end of my world as I know it.
There's really no particular point I'm trying to make. I just want to whine. And since I can't do it physically, I'll do it by writing.
Life's a biacth. I hate this.
And yet, I can't help but look forward to seeing the hot dentist again. Must remember to shave legs this time.
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