Trust me; this is more than you ever wanted to know.
I felt a tingling the other morning, just above my upper lip. “It’s beginning,” I told Ryan. The dentist has told me what to expect. The root of your tooth disintegrates. Then, pus accumulates and travels through your gums and into whatever throughways it can find, eventually finding its way to the skin above your lip. A pimple forms, but it is not like any other pimple. It is fueled by the dying tooth, and it doesn’t go away until the tooth is removed. What the dentist didn’t tell me is that even though there isn’t any pain, the tooth feels loose and just wrong and I am anxious to get it the hell out of there. Because I am stupid, I scheduled the appointment to replace it mere hours before I’m scheduled to teach. I hope that I can reschedule, but I won’t if I have to wait any longer. I don’t know what to expect and, though I love my job, it requires that I stand in front of a room full of people more than a decade younger than me. They watch me speak and they notice everything and who knows what the status of my mouth will be. Those damn kids and their beautiful teeth.