  I think a tooth is coming through the roof of my mouth. Everything I eat hurts, especially if it touches the sensitive areas.
That is hard to avoid. And the pain killers are helping less and less. They really only the serve the purpose of making me sleepy. I've slept for over 6 hours today. My surgery was Friday. The orthodontist said that a week would be time enough to heal so that whatever it is they are doing tomorrow won't hurt so much.
Well, I ain't healed. Maybe I need more faith. Maybe I need more medication, perhaps methodone would do the trick. I can't help but grit my teeth. After an hour the pain-reducing aspect of the pills has worn off and I can only take these every four hours...and that's the maximum. Sometimes it hurts so bad the tears well up in my eyes. But I don't cry cause I'm a big boy. Real men curse.
They scream. They spit sparks. It feels like someone put a nail through the roof of my mouth. Sometimes I wait in anticipation for my brain to drip in. I don't write to complain or to illicit pity. I'm just humoring myself. Whatever it takes right? On second thought it hurts to laugh. 
