Despite having insurance, I hadn’t gone to the dentist in ten years.
My gums bled.
And chunks of tartar flaked off like icebergs falling off of glaciers.
Finally, I went to get my teeth checked after a large chunk came loose, making me think I’d broken a tooth.
Four cleanings and a lot of blood later, my teeth have changed shape, and I am constantly probing and licking that area.
I can’t stop. It’s maddening.
So, I wear a mouthguard. I don’t talk.
And I brush constantly. Religiously.
I’m sure I’m wearing my teeth down.
I lick that spot again.