There is a circus in my mouth. I feel like an elephant is dancing upside down on my upper jaw. Since it wasn’t enough that five months back I had my first wisdom tooth kill me with pain, I now have one more. It’s horrible. It hurts.
Wisdom Teeth. This pain in my jaw brings me closer to understanding existential angst. While I am sure that all dentists are wonderful people, I don’t want to go to one right now. Sitting with my mouth open, at the mercy of a moody person is not my idea of healing or fun. I am reminded of Ogden Nash’s poem on dentists. Damn him. He scared me even more from ever going to the dentist!