I awoke this morning with a mild niggle in one of my back teeth. As I'm so terrified of dentists, I've tried to ignore it for most of the day. Stupid move, or what? Nothing open until Monday and it's now reached the screaming level.
I reckon that whoever designed the human body really messed up as far as teeth are concerned. What's the point of giving out two sets before you reach ten years old when a second set would be so perfect at forty plus? Happen in those first days we weren't destined to reach such an old age! I don't know but I really wish that it didn't hurt so much.
A couple of Nurofen and bed. A miracle might occur and all will be well tomorrow.
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