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Originally Written by the13thcynic

December 18, 2009 at 2:54 AM

Since I don’t have a car and PS is very bizarre about me using her car, plus it’s slowly falling apart…and because of the 10+ years of frequent (but not constant) meth use, my teeth are shit. They held out better than most, I credit my Mom for that one, I never had a cavity until I was 21. We weren’t allowed sugary cereals & soda pops but on rare occasions. Now I am a Coke WHORE! Which is most of the reason my fat ass is as fat as it is… Over the last several years I haven’t really been to the dentist. I had a tooth pulled maybe 3 years ago? I need another (very back) pulled soon and that was 8 months ago a dentist told me that…now I’m positive the remaining 2 very back ones will be ripe for yanking outta my head. Every tooth I have has a cavity except for maybe 3 in the front, many have more than one. Think of it this way, 8 or 9 years ago I was told I needed 12 fillings…I’ve had one pulled since then and none filled. I didn’t quit meth until 2 1/2 years ago.
I also have several teeth that are feeling rather hollow-ish, weak, I guess, and very sensitive. Plus my gums are bad. So sexy, I know… I’ve decided I want them all pulled and get fitted for dentures. It really is that bad and I’d rather just do it now, not spend forever trying to save teeth I KNOW dang well will just end up being pulled a couple of years later. I need to find a way to get into the dentist soon and get started… or soon enough I’m going to be sportin’ all kinds of gaps and have teeth breaking off in my dinner. I’ll have genuine Summer Teeth… sum’er in my pocket, sum’er in my jewelery box, sum’er in the drain…sum’er in my face, barely.
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