Having an itch in the stitches in your gum. And having a job where you talk on the phone for two hours a day.
And then, because your are talking, your gums itch itch itch and you use your tongue to scratch this itch as you don't DARE use a finger.....so you scratch it as it were.
And pop a stitch.
You feel the tug, then the POP and a slight feeling of going fuzzy because it's so freaking revolting.
And then after a drink of soda and a couple of deep breaths, you realize that now you have what feels like a wad of string hanging down. A wad of string with a big old knot in the end. And your gum stings like a mofo.
I really will stop blogging about this tooth at some point.
Of course now it's not longer a tooth. It's just the The Artist Formerly Known as Tooth. Perhaps I'll insist that you refer to it as THE ARTIST.