I am working on my writing daily, but it is not going as quickly as I’d hoped.
Right now I am battling a terrible toothache and it has taken precedence over everything else in my life. I keep throwing medicine at it to dull the pain. I both look forward to and dread my dentist appointment on Tuesday.
I am depressed by this summer’s afflictions. First it was the damned cough that hung around for over a week. Now it is a painful tooth that wants me to stop everything I’m doing and pay it some attention.
Last night I contemplated a hammer or the pliers to rid myself of its existence. Today I wonder if a knife might more cleanly cut it out? As long as I can halfway dull the pain of it, I will tolerate it until the dentist gives me whatever bad news he will deliver on Tuesday.
Until then I try to write and I browse through what is already written for something to clean up, tighten up and try to publish.
Oh, tooth, be gone!
Be gone, I say!
Take the pain from me
I cannot work,
I cannot play,
Tooth, oh, tooth pain,
Be gone today!
There. It inspired poetry. Written just now by Constance Barr Corbett 6/28/14