Pain.
I have never had a high tolerance for physical pain. My wisdom teeth, which have spent the past year lackadaisically meandering their way into my mouth, suddenly realized they were running late and decided to manifest themselves in the most painful way possible. Not only is my entire mouth sore, but it leaves me with serious questions about my habits. I mean, even my wisdom teeth procrastinate. That cannot be a good indicator of a responsible personality. The interesting part of all of this is the domino effect that my teeth's poor planning has imposed upon my life. My stomach hurts because I'm hungry as the only thing that isn't painful to eat is ice cream, and ice cream isn't on my diet. My head hurts from the habitual clenching of my jaw in conjunction with the fact that I am slowly starving myself to death. Then there is my tendency to frequently prod my sore gums with my tongue. Every time I do this, I imagine that I am bleeding. That, my headache, and the excess of stomach acid (no food to digest!) lead to nausea. So here I am, weak, starving, tired, headachy, maybe even bleeding, yet very complacent. Why? I GET TO KEEP MY WISDOM TEETH. Whenever they finally come in...