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Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Last night was pretty much hell. I bled and bled. I bit the gauze until my jaws ached. I couldn't talk, eat, or even drink. It was a night of charades and text-typing on my phone. I got so distracted until I couldn't study for GP. So I went to sleep.

When I woke up, the bleeding stopped. It gave me a chance to take a look at my gums. It was horrifying and terrifying. Yes, very Gothic, for those who understand. The horrific thing is the blood and the two big gaping holes. The terrifying thing is that my teeth won't ever grow back, and now the only thing is that I have to wait for the braces to arrange my teeth so that the gaps won't be there anymore. Till then, I have to settle with the trauma, and not being able to eat properly. I have to take tiny bites of soft food. Sigh.

The scarier thing? I'm going to have two more teeth taken out on Monday. Help me.

♥ The lights faded at 9:26 pm