There’s nothing like toothache; likewise earache, stomach-ache or eye pain, each one is separately and independently ‘the worst’ pain possible. My choppers have turned against me, my whole mouth is rebelling against the working conditions, seriously aching intermittently at what feels like indiscriminate locations. I’m pretty sure the ringleader is right fronty, it’s different, has been losing weight rapidly, and is now far too skinny, especially when compared to its twin. I’ve got my eye on that tooth, if it insists on trouble making then it’s gone; for every one there is a thousand cheap Chinese replacements. The mouth ache has stopped the binging a little, not entirely; I am working on a method of eating through the pain barrier.
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