Have you ever had the experience of having a perfectly lovely day?
You know, you teach your kids and decorate your home for the holidays. Maybe you even roast a turkey that you got on sale at the Market Basket for .49 a pound.
Yup, it's all going great.
Sure, you've noticed a little twinge of pain in your back molar this week, but nothing to get concerned about. Just put on some Johnny Mathis and relax.
And it's all great, really great, until that one evil, traitorous molar decides that it's too good for your mouth. Maybe it wants someone who flosses more frequently or uses unflavored lipgloss. It doesn't really matter why the tooth has decided to ruin your life because all that matters is that your tongue has gone on alert. It is prying and poking and running along the offending tooth and sending some pretty bad news to your brain.
Tongue: "Um sir, there appears to be a problem with the tooth."
Brain: "Go ahead soldier, what's happening on the field?"
Tongue: "It's bad sir, real bad! There seems to be a crack extending from the gum line all the way through to the other side of the tooth."
Brain: "We are at DEFCON 1! I repeat! We are at DEFCON 1! Alert the stomach to begin anxiety pains and unease! THIS IS NOT A DRILL- well, not yet. The drilling will happen tomorrow when we take that tooth down!"
So there you are. That tooth is dead to me. After all of these years together- the chocolate, the ice cream, the cheeseburgers, it just decided to turn tail.
I've got news for you tooth, tomorrow I'm going to go to the dentist and she will make you pay.
Actually she will also make me pay, but I'd rather not think about that...