The time has come. I'll have to now sacrifice my tooth. Why you ask?
Well, because Karma says so.
But what could Karma possibly be upset about? Could it be for working long hours wasting my life away when i should have been living? All so i could make lots and lots of money to fluff and prance in shiny things for all to see. They're still looking right?
Let me think, maybe it was because I willingly let my dentist lather mercury and nickel atop my now distorted molar tooth number 19. All thanks to a steady hand and a brand new LARES 330E drill. I mean who cares if mercury leached its cancerous toxins into my blood for the past 5 years. At least it was working and contributing to its economy of blood vessels and veins.
Plus I'm sure allergies really aren't a that big of a deal. You always recover. The itching, burning, swelling and redness - it's all temporary. How much harm could nickel really do. It'll never be bigger than Quarter. bad um bum.
Here's how I see it - approximately 100% off us are allergic to processed junk foods and we still eat them because everyone knows gastrointestinal inflammation can't be that bad for you. Worst case scenario is you've got buttercups to give out all night long. And just like area 51's motto, if you can't see it , well then cooter it don't exist.
To be quite honest my motivation here was the latest fashion trend. Didn't you know, gray gums are the new pink. They're talking about creating a great franchise for a gum staining / travel agency all in one. One stop shop.
Okay where were we. My tooth. So now that the porcelain has broken down (damn the natural products) I had to have the old crown removed, exposing my shiny metal made faux enamel.
I can't even adequately describe the pain I am in right now but for the sake of this blog, I'll try. A constant throbbing, burning, soreness. What's worse is the fact that I'm slowly going insane from the taste of battery in my mouth. Yes battery, like the 9 volt we stuck on our tongues last week, ahem, I mean when we were kids. Matter of fact, if could muster up enough courage I would get up and get pliers from the garage to yank it out myself.
Focus kids. Ah yes, Karma. Why would Karma care if I paid a man 485 of my meaningless dollars to drill it down and dumb it up. Who doesn't want a new and improved anything?
Even after all the discomfort, at least i was polite enough to thank him with a smile. Well, half of a smile. The left side of my face hadn't yet recovered from all 4 injections of local anesthetic. apparently my kidneys are slacking off.
I have to just accept that this is so. There is no arguing with Karma, as you may already know she can be quite the bitch. I'd better cut this short so i can go out and get my swarovski crystal encrusted tooth holder fairy box from the boutique two hours away in metro traffic.
It'll be fine really. After all didn't the tiger have a happy ending when they pulled out his infected tooth. I mean they didn't do a part II, III, or IV explaining each 'life after that' catastrophe. and I've never seen his 'E! True Hollywood Story' . I mean think about it, when you think of a Tiger you don't see them as having an amazing fashion sense and forceful vomitile tendencies right? I'll be fine,really.
there you have it. i scratched a niche in the wall. lesson learned.
Oh crap my IUD...
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