Waking up to the sound of a squeaking ginny pig and to the throbbing pain in my mouth, I stumble to my bathroom half unconscious and reach for the Advil... Oh yeah.. there in the kitchen. I throw a menacing look across the hall into my sister's room at the squeaking pig and I think he gets the point. It's not that I don't like you, just this morning...SHUT UP! I get to the kitchen, but more importantly to the 60 tablet bottle of Advil and pop a couple down the food tube. In about an hour.. my mouth will be relieved from it's awefull wisdom pain. What's the deal with those teeth anyways? I find that they have been only a waist of my time.... between ex-rays and trotting across town to the specialist, back to the dentist... 350$ later, they say that they wont harm anything, but if I pay another 400$, they take them out...Well option 1 felt right at the time... and less expensive, but dealing with them coming in! HORRIBLE! N-e way's, I have a dog whining now behind me to go outside so I've gotta take care of that too...
mjugar23:
every few months i'm reminded of how my wisdom teeth are coming in at an ungodly angel but throbbing pains to the point where i can barely talk... its so weird cuz this will go on for a few weeks and then BAM!..... nothing... it just stops on to start back up again months later.... just when i've forgotten how much it fucking hurts.... literally.... i feel your pain! 