That one sore tooth!

I am VERY impressed with what is happening in my mouth. I can see the difference. I am able to see how the teeth are straitening. I can feel it too! It is difficult to talk, as my teeth are never where they have been, so my tongue forever has to guess its way around my mouth. The same when I am eating…

Small pebble in the shoe though: I have this one sore tooth. Seemingly, this tooth is out of sync with the rest. I keep biting on it. It is sore and every bite adds to this pain. I am not even trying to eat on this side of my mouth anymore.

Fortunately, the appointment with the orthodontist looms. I bite on my teeth (ouch! that odd one felt it again) and anticipate this meeting, where I may complain about a sore tooth.

Thursday morning. I walk into the consulting rooms boldly to explain the situation. The mechanic just smiles and tells me that it is NO problem, takes his pliers, grab my jaw and gives my tooth (OK, the hook on the tooth) a twist that almost send me into the arms of the tooth mouse. He grins satisfied and declares the problem solved. I bite on my teeth and… it is solved!

So to all the women out there who want your man to listen and not to solve your problems – I suggest that you lie back, give him the pliers and trust him to solve it all in one skillful, albeit painful twist.

To my single friends…. Discover the man inside you and trust him with all your being (this should not be so difficult – it is after all you). Be bold, give that problem a skillful, albeit painful twist and… voila! A pain free existence…(until the tooth moves again).