Starting in January 2005 and continuing through July of that same year, one of my teeth put me through hell, with several dentists of varying quality giving their opinions of what should be done to rectify the problem. Ultimately, after several months of debate, I went to bed one night and experienced pain so great that it ran up and down that entire side of my head and neck.
For a brief moment, I SERIOUSLY considered getting a pair of pliers and doing the job myself. But I knew it was time for a root canal. For a while after, I did a series of drawings and paintings about the trials and tribulations of my teeth, with this one being one of my favorites. Its acrylic on the side of a shoulder bag that I wasn't using anymore.
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