My brilliant plan to force myself to get my wisdom teeth out by allowing a cavity to form in one of them is feeling less than brilliant now, because I seem to have forgotten that I don’t like it when I force myself to do things! Well, this cavity has been forming for about four years now (started as just a little brown spot on the side, now it is a sensitive little brown spot on the side) so perhaps I can go another year or so. I should have come up with a better plan.
Yes, I know that “cavity” is not the medical term, and that the disintegration is more precisely called by the name of the main character on Sex & The City. But I am using the public vernacular.