I haven't been on this website in months, but I just feel like crying and bitching. I can't even form a coherent paragraph right now. Nine days ago, I had to get both my canines removed because they were impacted and have two holes cut into the roof of my mouth. I'm scared to death of doctors/being operated on/etc, but I made it through. I was in terrible pain and I had stitches in my gums, but I made it through and I was proud of myself. Two days ago, I finally worked up the courage to eat real food and the packing in the left hole of my mouth fell out. Next day, I was in the dentist's office again having the bone in my mouth re-exposed again and packaged, AGAIN. This what about 20x worse than the original operation. I just sneezed and guess what fell out On top of all the physical pain, I guess I've got some emotional too. The two missing teeth and stitches just make me feel ugly and disgusting. I look like I wandered off the set of a Deliverance remake. The lack of teeth has also given me a lisp that my peers don't miss a chance to mock. Drama with bio family. Drama with friends. Prozac no worky. Ughhh ---------- Post added at 10:38 PM ---------- Previous post was at 08:54 PM ---------- I feel like all of this isl kicking my paranoia and anxiety into high gear. Why do they keep falling out? Simple answer: the dentists designed them to fall out. They're all fucking sadists just looking for the smallest opportunity to cut me open. Why the hell do I even need holes in the roof of my mouth? I don't see a reason. Because their isn't one. I'm not getting back in that chair. Fuck dentists.