We're Breaking Up

After 35 years together, my wisdom teeth and I are breaking up in the morning. Actually, they started breaking up about six months ago. After failing to play nicely with the fillings, my wisdom teeth pushed the boundaries of our relationship past the point of return. They have to go. As a result, I have decided to get braces ... again.... to repair the damage they did when they made their appearance 35 years ago.

While I am perfectly okay with the procedure, it seems, as with childbirth, people really want to share their Completely. Horrible. Experience.

"I threw up for a week."

"It hurt so badly I couldn't move."

"He broke the tooth off at the gum and I had to go back six times to have bone removed."

"He broke the tooth next to it."

"I bled for a month."

"My head fell off." Okay, I made that one up. But you get the picture. What is it about the human spirit that we find it challenging to be optimistic?

Personally, I am NOT going to take the Xanax (and no it isn't for sale) and I won't take the gas. He is going to numb them, remove them, and I am having a Frostie to celebrate. See? There is optimism for you!

Pray for the Mister...