My tooth of doom. Number 15. Upper left, all the way in the back. My periodontist has been “worried” about this tooth for years. Every time I go he says, “I’m worried about this tooth.”
Every time he says that I think to myself: “I’m gonna die with this goddamn tooth, Buster.” He’s cute, but a little bit of an Eeyore, my periodontist. When he talks to me with his dental loupes on, I can’t figure out where to look.
Too many eyes to worry about.
I’m pretty sure he doesn’t stay up at night worried about my tooth number 15.
But last night I was up worried about tooth number 15. In the last week or so I have been feeling a little, what? Nudgie back there? I opened my mouth to eat one day and there was some TMJ-ish kinda ouchy. But it went away. Then last night I woke up with a mean headache behind my left eye. Tooth of Doom acting up?
Dr. Eeyore found a little inflammation in tooth 15, and also in my fang (tooth 11) so he squirted some antibiotic in both of those gum areas and I’m to call him in a week with a report. We shall see.
On the food front, I am still craving coffee, and especially so this morning when I woke tired from fractured sleep. I eyed my Verismo with longing and could practically smell the Ethiopian Yirgacheffe.
I am going to have to talk to Jennifer about this.
I then drove to Culligan to pick up water for home and the studio. The spunky dude who loaded my car with the water read my bumper sticker and said, “I don’t get it.”
I said, “It’s sarcastic.”
My bumper sticker says: “At least the war on the environment is going well.”
I thought of trying to explain it to him. But no.
Today was Day 2 of my attempted yoga streak. I practiced with my late class and that totally counts, even though I feel guilty practicing with them. Better that than letting my practice die.
So I’m all set in my Fundies today.
2 thoughts on “Tooth of Doom”
Oh, the horror. I have a tooth of doom. I was thinking of killing myself over it. It causes me trouble pronouncing ‘s’ type sounds. What hope is there for an Aspie loser.
You’re funny. I hope you decide not to kill yourself. Find a dentist instead. Thanks for the comment.