According to the dentist, I have super-fine teeth, and it's the rest of my mouth that's a problem. He's going to have someone remove Edward, the lump of scar tissue on the inside of my lip. But about the real problem, he said a lot of scary things like "splints" and "jaw surgery."
All y'all bitches who mocked my abject fear of the dentist can come over and help me eat soup through my feeding tube.
(This is probably a good time to tell you all that I've never had anything done to my teeth aside from some sealants when I was a kid.)
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