This photo reminds me of a Marilyn Manson video. Or maybe that’s what it felt like—twisted, torturous and painful.
A wise woman once said that there’s a little bit a pleasure in a little bit of pain. There was nothing pleasing about this sort of pain.
I used to always have dreams where I would lose my teeth. I’d be a kid running around in the playground and I would fall on my face and my teeth would fall out. Sometimes I would grind my teeth so hard that they would bend and fall out. Other times I’d be talking and suddenly choke on something, only to find out it was one of my molars. People say that dreams of falling teeth or broken bones are signs of death or fear of aging. It doesn’t mean that you’re old or going to die, but that you have control issues about things that you cannot control such as aging and dying.
I say people are dumb. They don’t know my life. They don’t know my dreams.
This is my first and hopefully my last root canal.