Bearable

i wanted to start this blog by informing everyone that the pain in my tooth is unbearable, but my mother always taught me that it was wrong to lie. it's bearable, but it's incredibly uncomfortable. i don't talk about it a lot, because i try my best not to complain about things over which i have no or close to no control. i also try to use sentences that are comprehensible and grammatically aesthetic as well, but sometimes i fail on both fronts.

my tooth hurts. a lot.

complaining about it isn't wrong per se, it's just pointless. i don't want sympathy. i don't want those comments that say 'oh man, i know what you mean! tooth pain is the worst!' and i don't want the sheldon cooper 'there there' pat on the back or anything like that. it's just not productive. in the end, sympathy may feel nice from time to time, but it doesn't fix holes in teeth. the bitterness i am feeling toward my former dentist [who was an awful hack and deserves to have her license taken away from her] is also futile. it doesn't remove the pain.

but i can't stop thinking about it. and that's why i am typing about this right now, as opposed to how awesome my day was today. i'm not talking about how church was amazing, despite the fact that my wife stayed home in immense pain, or how i spent the majority of the day at home just watching bleach and community with christin and it was just great. technically i did just type all those things, but it's not what i'm thinking about. what i'm thinking about is the fact that getting up to the point where i'm popping ibuprofen more than once a day is a bad thing.