
I hate the dentist.
For most of my awkward years - 7-11th grade - I wore braces. I should have only had them for about 2 years, but some jaw complications interfered. I have TMJ, a disorder with many fun quirks, including my jaw locking up and making it impossible for me to open my mouth. This was aggravated by the rubber bands on my braces that attempted to correct my overbite. When it got to the point where I had to chose between having an overbite and being able to eat, I said 'Just take off my braces.'
So for 5ish years I went to the orthodontist about once a month. For tightening. Oh the horror. While I realize an orthodontist isn't exactly the same as a dentist, it is still a person cramming their hands into my mouth and making horrible, bloody pain.
I avoid going to the dentist at every turn.
Until this horrid pain on my far back tooth started. Feeling the tooth with my ever reliable tongue, I found an anomaly. So I angled around with a mirror until I had a view.
Uh-oh.
Part of my tooth is missing. A good chunk too. Hm. When did that happen?

