It's almost 12 midnight and I'm alone in our sitting area, like a mfiti, waiting for Serena Williams first round match at Flushing Meadows, USA.
Besides the amount of frustration over the wait which promises to be long, one of my wisdom teeth is up to no good. Throbbing like there's no tomorrow. I'm in so much pain, yet I can't miss Serena's match.
These are the questions that are making a lot of noise in my mind right now; which pain is worse, pushing a little life into this world, or pulling out a wisdom tooth?
Which is more terrifying; birth, death or the dentist?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment