tooooth!
Man, oh man. Today's dentist adventure was rough.
One time I read that some important Russian author wrote about a toothache in a book I should probably read. I will look into that.
What the fuck is it about a toothache that makes you want to live? To be a better person? Or, alternately, to die? To die right the fuck now.
I will tell you right now that each day my head is not being jerked around under a spotlight shone down my spit 'n' blood caked gullet by an altogether too pretty young lady, and my face isn't being split asunder by rubber hands holding drills, and basically I am not getting a root canal, each of those days is a blessing. A big, beautiful, gift wrapped miracle straight from the sweet, chubby fingers of baby Jesus Himself.
One time I read that some important Russian author wrote about a toothache in a book I should probably read. I will look into that.
What the fuck is it about a toothache that makes you want to live? To be a better person? Or, alternately, to die? To die right the fuck now.
I will tell you right now that each day my head is not being jerked around under a spotlight shone down my spit 'n' blood caked gullet by an altogether too pretty young lady, and my face isn't being split asunder by rubber hands holding drills, and basically I am not getting a root canal, each of those days is a blessing. A big, beautiful, gift wrapped miracle straight from the sweet, chubby fingers of baby Jesus Himself.