Ouch.
I woke up two days ago with a pain in my mouth.
The kind of pain that I couldn’t ignore.
My gums were swollen by my upper premolar (left side).
I picked at it.
(Always my first line of defense.)
I flossed.
I flossed again.
And again.
Then I brushed.
Furiously.
Nothing.
Guess what?
Popcorn shell stuck between my teeth and gums.
(Why do I hear that Skoal ad — just put a pinch between your teeth and gums?)
I spent an entire day fretting about the pain.
Poking my tongue at that popcorn kernel until my tongue bled.
Yesterday morning I mentioned my pain to Sheryl.
“Oh, we have one of those dentist’s picks upstairs.”
Two seconds and voila!
A popcorn shell the size of Nebraska came outta there.
Life’s like that…there’s something to “The right tool for the right job.”
And it’s all a lot better than a pain in the tooth.
