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Reading time: 1.19 311 words Hey Reader, Whose idea was wisdom teeth? Doesn’t seem very wise to me. They lurk in your skull (which is already super creepy — teeth are so weird) just waiting to slowly emerge and cause pain, like the world’s slowest and most annoying cruise missle. And they serve NO purpose that I can figure out. I mean, there’s not even enough room in my head for the stupid things. My wisdom tooth (bottom right jaw, which you definitely weren’t wondering) flares up and bothers me every few years. Usually it just grates for a couple of days; then one time, it got worse and worse over a week until I wasn’t sleeping and couldn’t really open my mouth. Joe finally made me call the dentist, and I went the next day — and SHAZAM! the pain was pretty much gone. Why do we do this? Why didn’t I just go when the pain first started? Why did I wait for a full week until I couldn’t even open my mouth enough to eat? But no, we trundle along and wait until crisis hits before we ask for help, and then when we do: boom! Problem solved real quick. And the emergency dentist fee? Worth every penny. The moral of today’s story: don’t wait until the pain of an impacted wisdom tooth is unbearable before you ask for help. Just ask. [Awkward segue] My Book Breakthrough: Unlocked service is for people suffering from impacted books. If you’re stuck on something that’s causing you to not start or crack on with your writing, ask for help. Don’t let it fester. I can tell you from experience: the longer you leave your festering book problem, the harder it is to clean it up and start writing again.
TTFN, Vicky 🫡 p.s. Know someone who might enjoy this email? Please forward it to them and get them to sign up here.
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