My wisdom teeth are coming in.
It seems, at least to me, as if it would be a simple ordeal, I mean really – how hard is it to grow teeth? Babies do it All The Time.
The teeth start under the gum, then press through and ta-da, you’ve got some chewing equipment, right?
Of course right.
Unless you’re MY teeth, in which case the teeth twist around and try to grow into the bone sitting next to them because life wasn’t supposed to make sense or be easy. Why grow the right way when the wrong way is so strewn with interesting things like excruciating pain and migraines and that ridiculous vacant look I now own because of the pain pills?
We don’t like easy, my teeth and I, which explains why I am sitting here, doped to the sky, unhappily yet anxiously awaiting next Friday when all my foolish wisdom teeth will be surgically removed.
Yay. Coffee ice cream, here I come.
It also explains why the Great Chicken Challenge has been postponed until I am back in my right mind.
This might take a while.
Until then, I remain your faithful, if somewhat dopey blogger –