And then I cried

I am not a ‘crier’. You could cut my arm off and beat me with it; I doubt I’d shed a tear. I’m more likely to crawl in bed for a week, roll around in a pile of depression and pout before I’d cry. “Rock up” that’s my motto….until today. Today I bawled like a two year old.

The dentist called at 1 and asked if I could be there at 3 for my new permanent crowns. “YES, YES, YES!!!!!! See you at 3!” At 2:55 I'm signing in ready to get my permanents seated and sport my new grill.

You hear that sound? Sounds kinda like something straining? Yeah well, that’s the sound of the universe straining to take a giant dump on me.

After pulling off 3 of the temporaries and me handing the tech the other 3 that I pulled off myself (those were the ones I kept popping off) Dr. H walks in. I explained that even breathing cool air over the posts hurts like haydes soooooo, out comes the needle. Honestly, I really don’t mind the shots that much. I do mind however the fucking permanents the lab finally sent (after just over 3 weeks) NOT fucking fitting right!!!!

Long painful story short: They reseated my temporaries and sent me on my way. I got home and *wham* it hit me. I’m not sure if it was the fact that my permanents weren’t right, or the fact I’ve not eaten any real food in weeks now, or the fact that I missed class again this morning (and the MAJOR test I was supposed to take), or the bullshit that took place the other night, or a combination of all of the above, but I lost it. I called D and told him what had happened (which upset and worried him), gorged on applesauce, bit my numb upper lip twice, bawling my eyes out the whole time.

After I pulled myself together I called the dentist and asked him to write a note explaining to my professor that my TMJ has re-emerged and to please excuse me from class this morning. He said he would so that should at least get me out of hot water as far as class is concerned.

There it is; another week. I firmly believe this liquid/soft food diet is killing me.