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lectrix_lectiDear Diary,
today I broke a molar. It doesn't hurt at all, but there's a great big gaping hole on one side that feels like it goes on and on right up into the sodding bone.
That particular tooth should have come with a return guarantee. It's always been weak and rubbish and it's acted up on me ever since it first peeked out. It's always been prone to cavities, pieces have come off it twice before (and been fixed twice, thank you very much) and I've had it with that tooth.
I'm going to the dentist tomorrow to get this fixed, and by "fixed" I mean sent to sleep with the used tampons and floss. I'm not paying to get that thrice-damned tooth repaired again. I can live a full and rich and utterly satisfying life without it.
Incidentally, this is the one Great and Awful Tooth Damage in my life that I'm fairly certain can't be blamed on the quack dentist who treated me until I was 15. He couldn't be arsed to clean out cavities properly before filling them, and that has cost me two teeth, leaving me with one empty tooth-space and one crown. However, this particular tooth was all bad before he could fuck it up.
Not that he helped, I suspect. The free dental care for children is a good idea, but unfortunately the school dentists seem to habitually fuck up how people view dental care (I'm told they're the primary source of fear of dentists), and in my case the tosser literally fucked up my teeth by not bothering to do a halfway decent job.
He's also the reason why it took a specialist in fear treatment to get me semi-able to deal with dentists, by the way.
This mess has the interesting side effect of making me miss the very first department meeting with New Boss, which is sort of very fucking much something I'd rather didn't happen. Oh joy and otherworldly delight, this is a fantastic start.
You're going down, tooth from hell. Tomorrow.
today I broke a molar. It doesn't hurt at all, but there's a great big gaping hole on one side that feels like it goes on and on right up into the sodding bone.
That particular tooth should have come with a return guarantee. It's always been weak and rubbish and it's acted up on me ever since it first peeked out. It's always been prone to cavities, pieces have come off it twice before (and been fixed twice, thank you very much) and I've had it with that tooth.
I'm going to the dentist tomorrow to get this fixed, and by "fixed" I mean sent to sleep with the used tampons and floss. I'm not paying to get that thrice-damned tooth repaired again. I can live a full and rich and utterly satisfying life without it.
Incidentally, this is the one Great and Awful Tooth Damage in my life that I'm fairly certain can't be blamed on the quack dentist who treated me until I was 15. He couldn't be arsed to clean out cavities properly before filling them, and that has cost me two teeth, leaving me with one empty tooth-space and one crown. However, this particular tooth was all bad before he could fuck it up.
Not that he helped, I suspect. The free dental care for children is a good idea, but unfortunately the school dentists seem to habitually fuck up how people view dental care (I'm told they're the primary source of fear of dentists), and in my case the tosser literally fucked up my teeth by not bothering to do a halfway decent job.
He's also the reason why it took a specialist in fear treatment to get me semi-able to deal with dentists, by the way.
This mess has the interesting side effect of making me miss the very first department meeting with New Boss, which is sort of very fucking much something I'd rather didn't happen. Oh joy and otherworldly delight, this is a fantastic start.
You're going down, tooth from hell. Tomorrow.
