Friday, September 15, 2006

Pain as Motivation...

I really don't have much to say -- I guess my brighter ideas flew away shortly after I logged in to Blogger.

I finally gave in and got an appointment to see about my teeth, and get this, it's Tuesday, same as Clay's. Mind you, it's not like we're going to the same office or anything, but still, it should be an interesting little pity-party that evening; if there's an evening at all. He might not want to put up with my whiny ass, especially since he's been there in the last year or so and I've been puttin' it off since junior high... But then again, I guess I never know -- I was just sure I'd be whiny & useless after that other doctor appointment that I put off as long as I could, but I handled that one pretty well. I thought about calling that place that advertises "Oral Sedation" on TV, but it's probably expensive -- I'm sure the Roofie Dentist costs extra; this place I made the appointment with claims to be the best priced deal around. I'm just not lookin' forward to it at all, and yeah, I'm a big wuss when it comes to gettin' my mouth messed with -- but I'm an even bigger wuss when it comes to dealing with pain that close to my skull.

I used to think I had a pretty high pain-tolerance; the dislocated knee experience, racing with a herniated disc, a couple D-I-Y Cartilage Piercings... But when this one tooth chased me out of a movie theater in the middle of a concert last May, I knew I'd only be able to deal with it for so long. I've put off the whole "Wisdom Teeth" ordeal longer than anybody I know, well, anybody except for my cousin, who told me he put it off 'til he was 37. My jaws get to hurtin' every now and then, but it only lasts a little while -- this time it's been about a week, and it's been kinda combining occasional bouts of that knock-me-to-my-knees pain like that night in the theater. So, when I made the appointment, I told the lady on the phone that I thought I might have lost all or part of a filling, but I was concentrating on sounding like a "rational adult" instead of a "scared little wuss," so I neglected to mention it's got to the point that my mouth really doesn't close right anymore. They're professionals, they'll figure that out. Heh... Anyway, maybe after Tuesday I can quit carrying Anbesol in my pocket all the time.

I'd just about bet I'll probably have to look into handling the "Wisdom Teeth" soon too.

Seriously though, it really doesn't seem right. If we grow 'em, they're supposed to be there, right? Did a God who created us in his image really make a little four-tooth screw-up in the mouth of every American?? Surely he didn't mess up each and every one of us! I'm thinkin' it's just a conspiracy! A money-grubbin' conspiracy!

Oh, and look, I even used some "hot" Google words without thinkin' about it... Roofies, Conspiracy, God, Knees, Cousin... Holy Crap.

More later... _\,,/

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