Make the last time the first

And the first time the last

Getting a tooth pulled as an adult is much more difficult than as a child.

When I was a child and needed a tooth pulled, the choice really wasn’t mine. The dentist told my parents. My parents made an appointment. I went in. The tooth came out.

Simple.

What’s more, I was grateful to have that tooth out. The tooth has been know to hurt. And even at ten years old, I was not immune from the tooth.

Tooth of the matter, I lots a filling on a Halloween candy.

I didn’t know any better. I didn’t tell anyone until it was infected. I didn’t tell anyone until it hurt. I didn’t realize that losing a filling was a problem until the infection set in.

Someone fixed it. I learned that when something breaks in my mouth to go see a dentist.

Did I really learn? More on that in a moment.

The tooth hurt. I was happy to be done with it.

Besides, it was a baby tooth. It, like a high school sweetheart, was going to be replaced. Another tooth would soon arrive.

With an adult tooth, things are not that simple.

When we …