Amazing how tiny mistakes can just... turn your entire life upside down... You choose your field of interest, your high school/college/university, it shapes your entire life including the circle of friends, work and living place.. You decide you are too lazy to go for a job interview, you miss the chance of your life.. You miss a bus because you overslept, the one you take crashes.. Oh I've had my share... But have to love the sad- and- funny ones.. Like, when you decide you don't yet need to go to the dentist, postponing the inevitable, and then your bloody tooth starts hurting like hell just when you are getting ready to go out with that super cute guy you keep running into every 10 years of your life... Face all swollen, head pulsating, stuck to bed.. Now you'll never know.. Well, unless he's still hot in ten years. You won't be anyway, but hey, you've got your charisma. That will do.. Maybe.
Worst thing about the damn tooth ache is... Oh well where do I start.. You see, siblings always share this special bond, something that only they can understand or feel or see.. Me and my brother? Well, too many things- the twisted sense of humor, deep despise towards Turkish pilav, Serbian folk music and politics in general, then crazy, crazy love for motorcycles and BMW cars, finishing each others' sentences, singing out loud the song the other one imagines, and.. Simultaneous toothaches. Yeah. Every single time.
So the worst thing about the damn toothache was that he warned me in time, just few hours before I was getting ready to go out, when we talked (His toothache started off a bit before mine due to the time zone differences, I guess.. He is in Russia at the moment so I assume that was what it's all about). So he complained and I just kept on getting ready and boom- my rotten tooth nuked my head.
Now I was already way too pissed off to go to the dentist (Did I mention we are both stubborn beyond any reason? Yeah, that too), so that one tiny piece of my mind not yet affected by pain, but certainly not that functional either, decided we stay at home and we fight the pain like a man, nope, like an adult woman we are. Yeah! Just adult. Not responsible, obviously.
Soooo.. I ended up in bed, cancelling my date, stuffed with painkillers. The reason for cancelling I gave was... umm.. slightly different than the facts. I was kinda embarrassed to say 'Hey, some other time OK, I just cannot make it, my head is all swollen since my wisdom tooth went nuts on me and I was too lazy to go get it out'. Kinda 'Dog ate my homework' material, right? So I said I had a bad cold and high fever and all.. Barely pronouncing it due to the combined effect of pain and the painkillers helped sound sick. I AM sick. Just different sick. Bye, take care.
At least I got to imagine it all. A perfect date indeed. I actually felt free of all the fear and the guy turned out to be not only hot, but smart and funny as well. Proved me there are men that are worth the trust, effort and a bit of sacrifice... Walked me home in perfect silence, just holding my hand, not trying to chat me up on such a perfect night with clear skies and just enough cold it feels better if we walk as close to one another as it is possible without merging into one pile of human.. something..
Whatever drugs mum gave me to help with the toothache.. They are just perfect. And sweet. And work like a charm.
Worst thing about the damn tooth ache is... Oh well where do I start.. You see, siblings always share this special bond, something that only they can understand or feel or see.. Me and my brother? Well, too many things- the twisted sense of humor, deep despise towards Turkish pilav, Serbian folk music and politics in general, then crazy, crazy love for motorcycles and BMW cars, finishing each others' sentences, singing out loud the song the other one imagines, and.. Simultaneous toothaches. Yeah. Every single time.
So the worst thing about the damn toothache was that he warned me in time, just few hours before I was getting ready to go out, when we talked (His toothache started off a bit before mine due to the time zone differences, I guess.. He is in Russia at the moment so I assume that was what it's all about). So he complained and I just kept on getting ready and boom- my rotten tooth nuked my head.
Now I was already way too pissed off to go to the dentist (Did I mention we are both stubborn beyond any reason? Yeah, that too), so that one tiny piece of my mind not yet affected by pain, but certainly not that functional either, decided we stay at home and we fight the pain like a man, nope, like an adult woman we are. Yeah! Just adult. Not responsible, obviously.
Soooo.. I ended up in bed, cancelling my date, stuffed with painkillers. The reason for cancelling I gave was... umm.. slightly different than the facts. I was kinda embarrassed to say 'Hey, some other time OK, I just cannot make it, my head is all swollen since my wisdom tooth went nuts on me and I was too lazy to go get it out'. Kinda 'Dog ate my homework' material, right? So I said I had a bad cold and high fever and all.. Barely pronouncing it due to the combined effect of pain and the painkillers helped sound sick. I AM sick. Just different sick. Bye, take care.
At least I got to imagine it all. A perfect date indeed. I actually felt free of all the fear and the guy turned out to be not only hot, but smart and funny as well. Proved me there are men that are worth the trust, effort and a bit of sacrifice... Walked me home in perfect silence, just holding my hand, not trying to chat me up on such a perfect night with clear skies and just enough cold it feels better if we walk as close to one another as it is possible without merging into one pile of human.. something..
Whatever drugs mum gave me to help with the toothache.. They are just perfect. And sweet. And work like a charm.
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