The Worst Feelings Ever, According to People’s Experiences
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Tooth Tragedy
Two words: Broken tooth.
Somehow, I managed to split a tooth in half. It went from slightly throbbing to absolute torture in a matter of a couple of weeks.
I went to three dentists, and only the third one managed to see the damage. He just glanced at the x-ray and said, “Son, I can’t even imagine, what you went through” (I joke you not!).
I will never forget the night before my appointment. I woke up every 10 minutes because I felt the immense pain streaks, gnawing through the tooth nerve. One Ren and Stimpy episode comes to mind, the one where Ren stops brushing his teeth, and the tooth beaver chews through the exposed nerve endings. Yeah, I cannot watch that cartoon anymore.
Also, on the day of my appointment, I walked to the dentist (it was a 5-minute walk).
I have walked the walk, man. Barely. When the pain hit, I couldn’t walk straight. Nearly fell down just from the sheer amount of the magma burn feeling, like a thousand hot needles were inserted into my brain.
Thank heavens the tooth was extracted shortly after that. Never felt better in my life before and after. I still have the tooth as a memory trinket in a drawer.
Screw waterboarding. A broken tooth is the end of it all.
Brush your teeth, kids.
