Waiting

The pain intensifies with every passing millisecond, my skin feels hot but I am cold. I want it to stop, this pain, crippling me, making the routine and daily life unnecessarily difficult.

Oh God, north wind, Allah, or any name of your choice - why won't it stop. I am left to dialogue with invisible beings, seeking deliverance from my agony. The bloody television is on some freaking religious station and there is this idiot praying, saying that he can heal you with his prayer - just stretch out your hand right now and receive (or some shit like that), he must be kidding right; but for that brief moment as my lucidity succumbs to the agony, I consider stretching out my hands. Ridiculous isn't it, salvation from this pain like the Messiah coming to take away all hurt is just within reach - just beyond that green door is the Messiah of this god damn tooth ache; yet it seems so far, a mirage designed to further torture my wretched soul.

My escape from this pain taunts me. I want to yank that woman sitting in his chair; waiting for relief from whatever oral ailment which could not be as pressing as mine, and fling her far away - just so I can inject my gums till it's numb and I feel nothing, enough nothing to rip that mother fucking tooth out.

The pain seems contagious, the rest of my teeth are banding in solidarity - my brain must have covertly communicated with them, they know of my intentions for their comrade, one for all, all for one; bloody teeth, they're planning a coup. My front teeth are hurting too, but I know with certainty that there is nothing wrong with them. Ungrateful bastards.

Damn it, I just swallowed saliva and it hurt. I'm hungry, all I had this morning was oats and orange juice, it is all I could muster the courage to dear put in my mouth; I could not enjoy even that.

Everything involving my mouth hurts. Arrrghhh!!!