Toofs

I'm on my lunch break eating the worst Macaroni and Cheese I've ever had, which came from our cafe. But one would ask, "Why didn't you go for the Philly Cheese Steak? I know you love cheese steaks, fat ass!" Well, it's because my wisdom teeth are digging into my jaw bone and last molars. I can't open my mouth beyond a certain point without it hurting. I was supposed to get those bastards pulled two years ago, but I put it off, partly because I didn't think they would do much harm, and also because I was dreading the agony I was going to have to endure, although the prospect of posessing vicodin was a gleaming sparkle at the end of the tunnel.

So tomorrow, I will be leaving work early to get my teeth cleaned, xrayed, and God knows what else. I'll get a referral and then have to go to an oral surgeon for a consultation and then go get the surgeory done.

Joy awaits in my near future.