Teething problems

This is just what I am looking like right now, and at the end of the post, I shall even tie my face up. It's the wisdom tooth. It's been trying to come up for a long long time now. It's always been shy of fully exposing itself. It has somehow always chosen to remain partially hidden. In it's state of utter dilemma, it's given me a lot of pain in the past. I have always forgiven it. But not this time. This time I want to get it pulled out before it's time. It does not deserve to be there. I tell you it is just painfully shy at it's best and commitment phobic at it's worst. It does not want to come into this world and do what it is destined to do. The confusion in it's mind, and the pain in my mouth won't do either of us good. It has no idea how murderous I've felt in the past 48 hours and what I can do with the powerless little thing. I could vividly imagine a dentist pulling the poor little defenseless creature out and I could also hear it clank in the metal tray. I would have done that, but the dentist won't be able to pull it out, since it can't even be gripped. All that it knows is to give people pain. That is all that it's DNA taught it to do. It does not want to eat, it does not want to be brushed. It just sits there partially exposed giving me pain, headaches and sleepless and nightmarish nights. I won't even get into the talk of "What did I do to deserve this".

Is there one medicine, one concoction that can set it straight? My mood is oh-so-cranky that I have been spewing venom (no it sounds too bad). I have been telling people exactly what I think of them and their talks. It doesn't go down well with everyone. I learnt that today. Sample this : I was asked what's upsetting me so much that I am badmouthing people (I swear to you the presence of the word mouth was incidental. Dental. Oh Jesus). I replied that it was my wisdom tooth acting up. I get a frantic call and I am advised to chew on cloves, though not a lot. Two hours later I get another call asking me how my tooth is doing. I get at my crankiest best and reply that I am not suffering from a terminal disease and I've made it so far and shall live to see tomorrow as well. Deathly silence at the other end. Is this how well-wishers are treated. No. Not even in my dictionary. I am possessed. I give the caller a few more pearls of my wisdom (pearls?Now you don't want to know why everything is related to teeth is it?). I don't hear from the caller thereafter. How to loose friends and alienate people. I co-authored it.

Now if you're imagining me to be one monster you never thought I could be, forgive me. Today is my day of redemption. Bad mouth me all you want, pull away (pull?!) from the follower list. I won't complain. Truth is, I can't. I'm already feeling pathetic as hell. Do your thing reader.

Addendum: When I wrote this post, I thought that by the time it's my bed time, my addendum would read "There is no cause for concern. The author and her tooth are both doing fine". But apparently, the little one in question does not want to give me that pleasure. It has sobered down a bit though. The shooting pain has converted to niggling pain. But if it doesn't subside, I swear, someone is going to get hurt real bad (read tooth).Much to most people's dismay the author shall live to post another day.