'Pulp'

Uglily constructed fillings within the left regions of my jaws are inevitably giving way, exposing nerves to resonating pain; especially true after sipping hot or cold beverages (initially this only occurred when I took hot drinks; and immediately, my mother pointed out that even my nerves were working adversely against the conditions; unlike everyone else who has the same problem, but with cold drinks. This must be a filial sign then, which was not quoted in my favor: a negotiation of perceptions has been reached; my nerves are now reacting to cold liquids too, or, it may have just got worse). I have no problem chewing when I'm not drinking though.

It's only when my nerves are roused by temperature differences that everything else is effected.

A small cup of teh tarik and the sensation which came after lasted for about a good forty minutes or so: I left the stall, went to the washroom, left it, got on the bus, and started listening to The Eraser album, up until 'Harrowdown Hill' came on. Only then did the tingling and echoes of discomfort sink, and the section of the song was captured as the moment: I'm coming home, to make it all right. So dry your eyes. We think the same things at the same time; we just can't do anything about it.

The ride home: the moon disappeared, reappeared--alternating its dance with clouds no longer discernible through haze and night-time sky. And wide awake behind closed eyes, though still, was I.

Tomorrow: a dental appointment to put things in order.

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Edit: "I can't see anything wrong with your teeth or the fillings. Let's not do anything for the time being."