My curse upon thy venom’d stang,
That shoots my tortur’d gums alang;
And thro’ my lugs gies mony a twang,Wi’ gnawing vengeance;
Tearing my nerves wi’ bitter pang,Like racking engines!
Where’er that place be priests ca’ hell,
Whence a’ the tones o’ mis’ry yell,
And ranked plagues their numbers tell, In dreadfu’ raw,
Thou, Toothache, surely bear’st the bell Amang them a’!
-Robert Burns
Guess what I got for Christmas?
A root canal.
Listen up kids! If your tooth hurts, go to the dentist right away! Do not wait years like I did. Because then they gotta get that drill really, really, REALLY far down in there to get all the infection out.
Ouch.
This is my karma for avoiding the dentist for 24 years. And I'm trying to take it like a man. Well, maybe more like a furry kitten, cold and wet and huddled in the corner saying "please don't hurt me...".
I must go sip some soup now. Solid food? Not in this mouth, ma'am! Never before have I been so repulsed by the thought of chewing!
Now go brush your teeth!
1 comment:
Good Heavens!! that is just awful! i surely hope you are feeling much, much better. you simply can't avoid the dentist like that (although i certainly can understand why you would want to. it is not fun!). feel better!
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