Nychto ne znat što nja bolyt'... (Nobody knows what ails me)

Nychto ne znat što nja bolyt', lem tot dochtor što nja hojit'...

("Nobody knows what ails me, only the doctor can cure me..." - a popular line used in Rusyn folk songs)

Or the dentist, rather. I'm starting to feel like either a hypochondriac or just an incurable drama queen about my bodily existence, but jeez! This week it's been the feeling of something stuck between my upper back teeth that I've flossed out how many times and evidently is still there... not to mention some strange pains in my other teeth that may or may not be related.

Maybe that recurring dream about all my teeth suddenly falling out is finally coming true.

Fortunately I've got a dentist appointment coming up soon. (For a filling, no less. Maybe *that's* what hurts!)

On the plus side, my teeth *are* actually really, really clean! (Thanks, Mr. Sonicare toothbrush.)