Ailment #1: My mouth, in general, hurts. I think I might be getting them good ‘ole wisdom teeth.
Ailment #2: On top of that, I managed to get a wicked little canker sore inside my cheek RIGHT by my molars making chewing and singing (my main money-maker) impossible.
So, this bottle of Orajel has been my friend and foe all day. I tried a little cross processing to emphasize my disdain for this unwanted procedure in my day.