Dear Evil Tooth,
You think you’re funny, don’t you.
You think you are hilarious. Well, I am not laughing. Sure, I thought it was the end when I said enough was enough and had you pulled back in September. I said I would if you didn’t stop your shenanigans. And I keep my promises.
But now you must continue to haunt me and cause me further pain and discomfort? You sure have a lot of balls, for an evil tooth.
I don’t know what you did on your way out that caused this damage that had to be repaired. Not that I mind seeing Dr. Hottie McHot again, but still. Making him cut into my tender gums and saw down the jagged edges you left behind was just too much. Now I keep accidentally chewing on my stitches, which hurt like a mother.
Oh, how I hate you.
You may have gotten the best of me this time, but I still have some fight in me yet, toothie-my-dear. You have not heard the last from me.