I use a bite guard thingy at night when I sleep. I'm a horrible tooth grinder during the day - I've loosened a molar! - and evidently it's worse when you sleep.
See, the thing is, I got this bite guard about 10 or so years ago. And I haven't really dealt with it much since.
I took it into the dentist yesterday afternoon because I was having pain when I bit down and he wanted to make sure blah blah blah.
Long story short, it wasn't the bite guard, but he did clean it for me for the first time in about 8 years. He warned that it may not fit right, but I was scattered and kind of like o.k., dude, just get me out of here as quick as you can.
And of course, after putting it in what the hygienist termed an industrial type solvent "that'll burn your skin if you touch it" he got most of the gunk off.
So of course, the fucking thing now can be slipped off my teeth.
He offered to try and fix it with some weird orthodontic plastic that might work but that could sting my gums.
I stopped him right there.
No. Fucking. Way.
So I'm back there this morning because he has some of the same type of plastic molding stuff, but it wasn't at the office yesterday and blah blah blah.
So I'm starting out 2011 NOT FUCKING CALM like I wanted to, but in turmoil with a roiling belly and a distinct fear that my lips and gums are going to be flayed off with chemicals.
And oh, yeah, I have a job interview this afternoon. Which doesn't help with the calm.
I think I need to stay away from the doctor's office and the dentist's office and just to be on the safe side the optometrist's office because they are fucking killing me.