It appears I can no longer put off, what I’ve known for years: that I need to have some bothersome and useless teeth (molars) removed. I can tell my bottom row of teeth are getting cramped, as it’s a tight fit while flossing. If left unattended, my teeth might start looking like a toxic Chinese-made Halloween costume accessory.
Of course I immediately think of the Ren and Stimpy classic, Ren’s Toothache. It makes me laugh yet offers little comfort from the inevitability of severe uncomfort: