From One week to Six years

I finally got the tooth out.

No one could better describe the pain I’ve put up with because of this tooth better than myself. Every medical exam would get me a comment about my bad tooth. As if I didn’t already knew.

Here’s a short background: the year 2014 I went to the dentist to get restoration and was supposed to go back for a permanent one after a week of being under temporary. Unfortunately, I didn’t go back. A year later the tooth broke. I haven’t gotten it fixed since.

Until yesterday.

Ooh Weee! Said Mr. Poopy Butthole.

I can’t even fathom how long it took me to get one tooth fixed. In every new job I’d started (there had been three in total if I remember correctly), I would always promise myself that when my salary arrives I’m gonna get this tooth out– but I never did.

It would hurt like hell and I’d pop a few pills then forget. I would always put something or somebody else first. But now I was able to do the deed after five fucking years. Five years of procrastination. Maybe next time, I’ll get that fixed too.

I have been toying with the tooth since yesterday and examining it closely. How this tiny tiny thing can cause so much anxiety. It wasn’t just pain– it was the fact that I cannot follow through. I left it rotting for years and it had caused me to believe less and less about my ability to pull things through.

I might make this into a necklace or some quirky thing to call as lucky. I think it IS lucky because now I did not only feel free but also believe that I can and will follow through. It might take me a century but I will. Just like getting whatever I want. Just like my peace.