Every time I try to convince myself and everyone around me that I'm dealing with everyday stress better, my dentist tells me differently.
I had one of those custom-made bite guards, and I chomped that bit all night long in my sleep. So much so that I chewed right through it (it's supposed to be this almost indestructible material) and the dang thing shattered in my mouth, causing me to choke on flakes of plastic at 3 am. YUM.
So I went to the dentist and she was like, I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYONE DESTROY ONE OF THESE IN SUCH A SHORT TIME. I'm making you a special one, extra thick, that you can wear during the day to save your teeth.
Oops.
So this morning I got fit for a new one. Four impressions of my teeth, in cold goo, and I looked in the mirror and was covered with the dried goo. I had to go home and change my clothes because they were splattered with blue crap.
It's just so irritating. Aaak! I'm practically chomping at the bit now.
Must. Chill. More.
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