I'm practically speechless. Last night I was having a dream, in that semi-sleep lucid way that usually means you should wake up. In this foggy state I wondered about the shard of glass in my mouth. WTF?
When I finally woke up I noticed the odd sensation in my mouth immediately. It was a condition easily recognized due to past experience. Yep. I broke off another tooth. Unbelievable!
So I did some reading, looking for answers. After all the internet is an unlimited source of information and I had no interest in sleep at that moment. What I found was emphasis on how SSRIs tend to cause not only dry mouth but bruxism as well. That's a fancy word for teeth clenching and grinding. Clenching was exactly what I was doing when I felt the gritty sand-like texture of my crumbled tooth. Lovely.
Don't mind me if I come off whiney. I'm upset. I went through the pain of special surgeries, braces, and ridicule for the gaps and springs (all sorts of crazy shit that make braces seem a piece of cake) for nothing. For worse than nothing. I'd love to forget the root canals and tsk-tsking of dentists. The raised brows signaling yet another dental death sentence. A departed beloved tooth yanked from my mouth. Whatever I can afford to get done is never enough. The shame involved in the experience is revolting.
If I would have gone to the next step - a partial (pricey enough to warrant an insurance quote) it would have been money wasted. Seeing I'd be getting more work done and need a new one.
Maybe my sarcasm humor will carry me through this disheartening curcumstance. I mean, what more can I do but laugh. So I'll focus on the bright side. Nobody should notice my disgraceful grin.
I have very little to smile about now anyway.