The Multiplication of Pain

Growing older doesn't necessarily mean growing up, as most of you already know I'm sure.
One (among many) annoying things about growing up, or getting older, or however else you put it, is that you very quickly realize that some of the things you celebrated as a child, become royal pains once you're grown up.
In this case, that would be the royal pain in my mouth.
When we're younger, the sight of a new tooth poking through our little pink gums makes us feel proud, and seems like proof of our growing up.
When you're in your twenties however, the very same thing can become a never ending nightmare.
The wisdom tooth that has been struggling to make it through your swollen gum is not only an eye sore, but a source of unbelievable pain too.
Not only does your erupting tooth make your face look like a swollen turnip from one side, it also hurts so much that sometimes you feel like you might just pass out from all the pain.
And that wouldn't be an entirely bad thing either - anything to stop the agony.
Agreed, I probably should have gotten the surgery I was supposed to years ago, to remove all four of my stubborn wisdom teeth before they became a source of torture, even though it's really only one of them that causes me misery every now and then.
Yesterday, after more than five days of sheer agony, I finally dragged myself to the doctor because I could feel my throat becoming sore. 
The good news is, contrary to what I thought, my problematic wisdom tooth isn't really infected.
The bad news is, it could be very soon, and my throat is already infected, because of which I now have to shove antibiotics into my mouth three times a day for the next ten days.
I finished a course of the horrid things just less than a month ago, to clear up a throat infection that had gone into one of my lungs.
That probably had something to do with my unwillingness to visit the clinic sooner, because I waited long enough for the infection to spread from my throat to my poor, unsuspecting lung.
It's a lesson I learn over and over again, yet fail to act upon.
Next time though, I'll try to make sure things go differently.
I'll try to get things sorted out on time instead of trying to ignore them, the result of which is a bigger mess in the end.
This is probably something I, and all of us, could benefit from in other areas of our lives too.
If something is bothering you, don't let it just sit there and multiply.
Get rid of it as soon as you can, right from the root.
I should have done the same with my agony inducing wisdom tooth as well.
Then again, there's always next time.
Which brings me to another important lesson here - wisdom (or the absence of it) has absolutely nothing to do with wisdom teeth. 
If it did, I'd have lots of it, because the rest of my wisdom teeth have come out properly, and they seem to be doing fine at the moment.
Till some of my pain abates then,
xOxOxO