A Tooth's Confession

Is the title catchy as it is? (Well, I could not think of a better one...)

Anyway, I am writing this post in between periods of naps and the feeling discomfort that my wisdom tooth is causing me. My left jaw is a little swollen too. I first noticed this tooth trying to erupt a few years back. I endured the pain the pain that time and then I was over it without the teeth coming out whole. The pain stopped and so was the eruption. A couple of months passed and then the same thing happened, the teeth tried to come out again accompanied by a level of discomfort that only a toothache can bring. And then it stopped again for crying out loud. I already lost count as to how many times I have been through this situation, it's as if I am in a cycle. And last Sunday, I felt the pain again, it is excruciating. It has been two days and I am still feeling the pain. I am now seriously thinking of having it x-rayed tomorrow and check if I need to have it removed once and for all and break the cycle.

Growing up, I have never been a dentist's friend. I did not have anyone's aid when I need to have a teeth pulled. I just need me a thread and I'm good. I practically pulled out my own tooth. I used to throw them on our roof believing the tale that a rat needs to find it, because if not the teeth won't grow back. Absurd yeah? My trips to the dentists were only the oral prophylaxis sessions or in layman's term "cleaning or polishing of the teeth" as well as some much needed amalgam fillings. And believe it or not, my first and second molars are still the original ones. Weird eh? And it is probably the reason why my third molars came out a little too late and in a very cramped space.

I do not have the perfect set of teeth either. I wore retainers back in college. I was dead scared of wearing braces. Maybe because back then I was not scared of the metal, I was scared of letting go of my thumb sucking. Yes, I did suck my thumb when I'm not keeping it busy (mostly at home never in public of course). Because of this unhygienic habit, I caused my teeth to deform. But sucking my thumb gave me a different kind of high that I could not explain. It just felt soothing and therapeutic for me. There's a whole list of things that my parents attempted to do in an attempt to stop me from sucking my thumb.

Ahhhhh, I need to stop confessing now. I need another dose of painkiller.

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