Like Pulling Teeth

Thursday, that particular idiom took on some personal meaning. I don't remember the last time I was at the dentist. It is entirely possible that I'd never been before — I've got no memory of such a trip, if one ever happened. My streak ended a few days ago.

Started getting some pain in one of my molars on Wednesday. I'd broken the tooth months ago, but it'd never really bothered me. A quick "Oh, crap," and I moved on with my life. It just became a part of who I was. Me, minus about a third of one tooth.

Earlier in the week I'd started getting some headaches that wouldn't resolve themselves with a standard dose of ibuprofen. Pain is the body's way of saying, "Hey, dumbass."

Allison was quite horrified. I am now sans-tooth, and have learned that putting things off is a bad idea.