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I've managed to avoid going to the dentist ever since they took my wisdom teeth out - my first and last to the dentist since I stopped qualifying for free under-18s dental care at the local clinic. I fucking hate dentists and their horrible pointy tools and drills and creepy latex gloves.
So when I lost part of a filling two years ago to a sneaky toffee, I panicked thinking I had no excuse to keep dodging the dentist - but the gap stayed clean; it's never hurt or gone rank or anything. No need for dentist, I figued - I thought I'd lucked out.
And then I broke my permanent brace tonight on some White Rabbit. Pulled the end of it right out of the cement, fuck. Now I HAVE to go or I'll end up cutting my tongue on it, or some more delicate parts of my boyfriend's anatomy.
There are days when I wish I had the sense to keep things to myself. There are days when I wish I had the guts to tell people things straight out. And there are days when I eat too much sugar and skip the gym.
I had a dream last night that, amongst other things(dreaming that you're Power Girl is awesome btw), I got punched hard in the mouth. It cracked some of my teeth and snapped the wire cemented to the back of my front teeth and it really fucking hurt. Fucking evildoers!
When I woke up, my mouth didn't hurt but I'm the paranoid type so I went to the bathroom to check. One of my front teeth has a hairline crack right down the middle of it that wasn't there last night. What the fuck?!