That Damn Pulp

I've gotten three tattoos.  My navel pierced.  5 holes punched in my ears.

For God Sakes!  I HAVE HAD THREE CHILDREN!  Two without drugs.

Yet.  This itty bitty infection that I have under the root of my number 30 tooth has brought me to my knees.

Here's the pic of the tooth.  It looks so damn normal.  And sexy.  Yet when Doc Kraft explained it to me, it was anything but normal.  That poor poor tooth.

I'm thinking about reaching out to Nickelback and Justin Beiber and Lady Gaga and asking if they can do a tribute album for my tooth.  Raise the awareness.  Raise the funds.  Get it the crown (what the hell is a crown anyway??) that it needs.

Won't you be the first to support?