Nov 10, 2005 21:33
It was horrible. Awful. I hate my teeth.
I had already determined that I was going to need braces. It was inevitable. I have two huge freaking gaps and it's causing all my teeth to fall, so yeah. I need braces. But it's not only on the bottom, I going to need them on the top. I'm going to be twenty-fucking-one-years old with braces. And the earliest I'll be getting them off is probably two years from when I get them on. I am beyond depressed. I am wanting to smash my head through my computer screen in the hope that it'll knock out all my teeth so they can replace all of them
We sat in the office for about an hour getting pictures, x-rays and impressions of my teeth. Then we sat around for another hour and discussed how fucked up they are. The dentist is a really nice guy, but I think I may have been a little short with him. I wasn't much in the mood for small talk seeing as how I was suppressing the urge to run away and cry the entire time I was there. But he didn't talk down to me when he realized I knew more about my teeth than most people do theirs, so that was nice. I think I could have handled getting braces on the bottom...but the top is too much. I will never smile again, I'm that upset.
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