Somedays I get really down and angry about my tooth situation. About how the past 5 months and more than likely the next 12 are all about going to the dentist. And getting operations. And taking x-rays. And feeling uncomfortable. And waiting. Waiting for bones to grow and metal to set and teeth to be secure. So not a fun experience. Makes the whole "tooth-getting-knocked-out-part" seem enjoyable.
Somedays I am reminded that there are so many worse things that could happen. Horrific things that I see and hear about. And then there are the things that I do not see or hear. The things that cause others to feel insecure and anxious. I am reminded that this is not the end of the world. That this is a period of time that I am going to look back on and say, "Yeah, I had that done. Nah, it wasn’t so bad." And the weird part is, it really isn’t.
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