The scariest thing I can think of is a dentist’s visit. Guess where I am going on Tuesday?
I am making my mother go with me. Really.
My tooth ached a bit on Thursday, it was kinda sore like a good bruise, and had been for two days. Friday I called and made the appointment. Saturday the toothache was completely gone. I considered cancelling but the poll taken of people-I-ran-into was overwhelmingly for keeping the appointment with Dr. “Bad Dreams Are Made of Me”.
Today my tooth feels like it is trying to burrow for freedom. Oh, it hurts, in a throbby, nasty, hate-you hate-your-entire-exsistence sort of way. Why? It disappeared yesterday, why is it back today with extra pain sauce?
I will just keep using foul language and possibly have a beer.