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Fuck you, tooth. Fuck you in your fucking enamel ass.
Okay, here we go. I've had x-rays on my teeth every year for almost a decade. I know where I have trouble spots, where I need to do some flossing, et cetera. But last time I was there, at the dentist, I say to Frank I say, "Hey, I'm getting some pains on my top left side from cold shit." He says, to me, he says, "Not to worry. No cavities there. Just get some sensitive toothpaste." Fuck you, that shit's grimy like toecheese.
Fast forward to Christmas day. I'm having French toast with whipped cream. Real whipped cream. As soon as the delectable white cloud of awesome touched my tooth, I was in agony. Enough to lose my appetite. That's crazy in my world.
This isn't the first time I've been in agony. But fast forward to three days ago, and I can't even drink room temperature water without using a straw. I don't like drinking from a straw.
Now, I work in a hot sweaty restaurant, and it would be nice to throw back a nice glass of cold water. But I can't. I can't drink fast, I have to drink so carefully, so carefully. And out of a straw. GAH!
I just had a delicious sub from Subway and I had a bite of hot chicken and it came into contact with my tooth for a moment. Ow. That's all. I saw black spots in front of me. I almost fainted from eating.
This is some of the worst pain I've ever had in my life (other than when I blew a hole in my lung, that felt like stab-stab).
And I can't get into the dentist for months.
If it's not a cavity, then fuck you. It must be. I say, let's yank the fucker. Or fill it. Or fill it and yank it. I don't care. This is URGH and this is FUCK! |
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