My tooth

I had this tooth.

It started about half a year ago. A hole started to grow in my tooth. Food would get stuck inside, and I would need to thoroughly rinse my mouth after every meal.

I knew there was a problem with the tooth, but chose to live with it. I did what I can to preserve my tooth. I really put in effort to rinse, brush, pick the tooth. Cos I loved my tooth a lot.

The hole got bigger. My tooth started to decay. I thought my tooth would be with me forever. Despite the hole. Despite me having to put in so much effort to clean it.

Around end of last year, my tooth started to hurt really bad. It hurt so much, I couldn't sleep. I had to take pain killers to get to sleep.

I could not believe it. Despite all the effort I put in to preserve my tooth, it was signalling that I needed to get rid of it. Or rather, my tooth was giving up. The pain was so unbearable I hated my tooth.

Xmas eve, I went to extract my tooth. Whole affair lasted less than 7 mins.

Well, the tooth is gone, but so are my pain. There's a hole between my teeth. Where the tooth used to be.

Oh well, I just have to carry on without the tooth. There are still so many teeth to look after.

Shall I get dentures? No lah. Let nature take its course. Who knows? I might grow a new tooth.

And since then, I have been fucking good to the rest of my teeth. They're still sitting snug and tight in my jaws. I think at least they appreciate my brushing and rinsing.

I am happy that the pain is not there anymore. One thing though, I would tongue the hole between my teeth sometimes and miss my tooth.

Sometimes.

That's the story of my tooth.