Pain; I don't remember when was the last time I felt so much pain all in a tooth - the first in the row from the back of my lower jaw. The gum was sore and tender, yet you could hear the tinkling of the metallic sharp tool as the female dentist seemed to dig and drag at the tooth with all the strength she could muster. And I used to think being a dentist is easy money - not now, not at the moment. But the pain, the agony - I much preferred to be in her position. The pain of her patient seemed to be her gain; that much I appreciate about her profession. It struck me that I would get weak-kneed with respect and admiration whenever a woman labours physically to put me into suffering and at the same time, out of it. Just like my mum going through the hardships of labour to bring me into this world; for my joy or grief, it does not matter which.
PS: Talking about labour reminds me that I have had nothing for dinner. So like a rat, I search for food at this weird hour.
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