A pre-carious situation
As I may have mentioned, I have a nastily impacted wisdom tooth. The X-ray shows it reclining horizontally in its bed like an indolent Cleopatra, snuggling up to the Antony of its neighbouring molar. In due course it will have to be sliced down to through the gum, cracked into bits, dug out of my jawbone with spikes and pliers, and the hole stitched up, leaving me reliant on drugs and ice-packs for a fortnight.
Not unnaturally, I have been procrastinating about this.
I have a sudden odd feeling that I can feel the whole length of the thing, lying in its abnormal vector through my jaw. Not achey, exactly, just there, like a throb waiting to happen, unobtrusively making its presence felt.
My dental floss smelled funny after I took it out of my mouth today.
The whole situation says uh-oh.
Not unnaturally, I have been procrastinating about this.
I have a sudden odd feeling that I can feel the whole length of the thing, lying in its abnormal vector through my jaw. Not achey, exactly, just there, like a throb waiting to happen, unobtrusively making its presence felt.
My dental floss smelled funny after I took it out of my mouth today.
The whole situation says uh-oh.