Two bad molars extracted and I am now capable of discerning rainbows and dragonflies above my head.
Instead of the steady pulse that I felt in my mouth for weeks, there’s this odd-time rhythm now that I can seriously sense in my chest.
Instead of affliction and sleepless nights, I can meander slumberland now with a smile and an aftertaste of vanilla sundae in my mouth.
Instead of Ibuprofens, I can masticate meat like a man now without fearing a wrong bite and/or vexing a bleak cavity.
Instead of acupressure and ice cubes, I can locomote and function normally now like a machine and chill out after a tedious day.
Instead of overthinking and disturbed rumination, I can focus on my daily grind and be prolific with my craft.
All thanks to my cool dentist.