Nilore Vagan

You know, part of my problem with these things is that I’m always afraid of being honest. Last time I was honest, my father came barging into my room and demanding to know why I was spreading falsities about him, and being all angry with me about telling my friends how he treats me. All at the same time proving my point, but unpleasant nonetheless.

After that happened, I considered that I shouldn’t post anything that I wouldn’t want people to read and take offense from. Which inevitably lead to not posting anything.

Well, yeah.

So, I’m gonna go ahead and post whatever I feel like on here. If someone reads it and is offended or upset or whatever, then I’m sorry; but the truth is the truth. If you don’t like that truth about yourself, you can look inside of you for some way to fix that error. Don’t worry, I’m not Mr. Perfect, either; I won’t hesitate to post what’s wrong with myself.

Well, a few days ago, I went to the dentist. He wanted to get six teeth crowned, because those teeth just went to hell no matter how many times a day I brushed. The rest are fine, ironically… just those six. It so happens that when he was putting in the temporaries, he put them in wrong. I can’t close my mouth all the way. Now, I didn’t expect to be able to do much with the fake plastic teeth there, but I had expected to at least be able to use my molars. I can’t. So, my meals for the past few days have been either multiflavored smoothies, or daring attempts at swallowing things whole after gumming them for a while. The former is getting rather bland, and the latter has proven … unpleasant.

I don’t mind the $1,800 bill ($1,400, since my insurance decided to be a bit nicer this time around), and I honestly can deal with the pain and discomfort. It’s just the fact that I can’t close my mouth all the way. There’s something really frustrating about that. And the fact that I can feel the plastic teeth wiggling around in there. Makes me look forward to getting the nice ceramic ones put in.

Those nice ceramic teeth will be really… well… nice. My original teeth were pretty ugly, all stained. Dunno why, I take decent care of them. But when the dentist got past that first layer, he was astonished at how white my teeth were. Naturally, I mean. He said he’d do me a favor and use a color on the new teeth that matched that. I think it’ll look really nice. I just have to wait until the 4th of March, when he expects they’ll come in.

Until then, I just have to put up with this. The pain’s not as bad today as it was yesterday or the day before. I don’t think I’m popping as many painkillers as I was.