Recently, I had a trouble. To fix it, the doctress suggested me to eat antibiotics.
Now usually I hate antibiotics. The bacteria who sweats more in practice bleeds less in war. And antibiotics make bacteria sweat. In practice.
Overall, not a good proposition.
Regardless, this time, there were many sensitive nerve endings involved and antibiotics were inevitable.
They worked, as expected, of course. No doubt about it (“At what cost?” is a different conversation). The more important question is the unintended effect they had.
A pain at the extremeties of my jawline as yet unfrequented by any brush. What a saner adult would call the residence of ‘wisdom tooth’. There’s four of them, and I’m just not in the mood to call them teeth. Hence, wisdom tooths.
I hadn’t experienced any degree of pain there before. None whatsoever. ZephyrSifr. Not much has changed in my life over the last few days beyond the wretched antibiotics.
Hence, antibiotics it is. Unless…
It’s not wisdom tooths, but the pain I must endure and that wisdom must cause as I embark upon thinking of life’s secrets deeply?