Alright, so, it is two AM, and I'm eating popcorn. And I unexpectedly bite on a kernel. Twenty minutes later, I notice that one of my teeth feels odd. I check in the mirror, and sure enough, it has a chunk missing.
This is a fairly normal occurrence in my life, and I have nobody to blame but myself.
I'm one of those people who smiles and nods at everything their dentist says, and then ignores all of it.
I eat extraordinary amounts of sugar. I don't brush my teeth regularly. I pig out on crunchy stuff. And I've been doing it all for years. My teeth have become worn down, thin and brittle. Even a soft burger has caused damage a couple times. But I can't stop. My self control is rather lacking. I just don't have the willpower. And to be honest, I spent the past four years not even slightly caring. I had zero regard for what the future held, because I didn't see the future including me being alive.
Repairs are done every six months when I see my terrifying Russian dentist. In fact, I am her top three personal bests for most fillings in a single hour, with six, seven, and eight on separate visits.
But there is only so much she can do. I am twenty three years old, and I am going to have dentures within four years.
By @Icarus
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