PANIC ATTACK
Okay. So.
One of the "teeth" in my retainer is gone.
I have no idea when or how this happened. Only, just now, looked in the mirror?
Gone.
Gone gone.
*freaks the EVER LOVING FUCK OUT*
Edit:
So, for all of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, here goes.
I was born missing two teeth. My brothers, ironically, were both born with overcrowding---we used to joke they'd gotten my missing teeth. The two teeth I'm missing are the teeth immediately on either side of my front teeth. I had braces for three and a half years to correct the positions (I used to have the WORST hillbilly teeth) and ever since then I've been wearing this retainer with two false teeth in the correct position that makes me look like I have a perfectly normal smile. When I take it out, it's hilarious (you may have seen the pictures). And we were just waiting till my mouth had stopped growing so my jaw wouldn't reject implants.
WELL. Just about half an hour ago, I was, er, going to the bathroom, and...I usually absently run my tongue over my retainer, you know, the way you do the inside of your teeth, just sort of a habit. And something felt funny. So I took out my retainer and....the right tooth is missing. Me: *freaks out* I crawled around the floor of my entire apartment looking for this admittedly tiny little tooth, and it's nowhere to be found. And I think it must've happened just a little while ago, because like I said, I would have felt and noticed it sooner had it happened earlier.
I have no idea how much this is going to cost to replace or how long it's going to take. Basically, right now I look like someone punched me right in the teeth and knocked one out. It's pretty hilarious, or would be, IF I DIDN'T HAVE TO STAY LIKLE THIS UNTIL THE DAMN THING GETS FIXED. What really cheeses me off is that I wasn't DOing anything. I haven't even eaten yet this morning, it's not like I was chewing on ice or something. WTF? Why the hell did it spontaneously break? And how did I not notice A PLASTIC TOOTH floating around in my mouth? Did I swallow it? The HELL, man?
So I called my orthodontist's office---no answer. So I called the number they provided as an "emergency" number, only to discover it's the doc's home number. Feeling like a real asshole at this point, I tell him what's going on, apologize two or three times for bothering him at home, and he tells me to come in first thing in the morning. *flails* Which means I might end up going home tonight, except my dad is gonna be in columbus and I really wanna show him my apartment. (The orthodontist's office is in Dayton.)
So basically I feel like a huge fucking moron for freaking out so badly over this, but in my defense I'm both sick and underslept and incredibly PMSy (as in my "aunt" JUST came to visit today, yo) so my initial reaction was to FREAK THE EVERLOVING FUCK OUT, break down in tears, and panic. Noooot exactly conducive to getting anything fixed.
I'm already missing bio lab (ugh) but I'll get a doctor's note and it should be okay. If I just don't...talk much during English at 3:30 I should be good. Maybe the tooth itself will have turned up by then. *Groans* Okay, off to have some food and calm down.
Edit the Second: I'm having a real Irony Moment here, considering this whole thing happened like an HOUR after this guy tells me I have such a nice smile. Aww...
One of the "teeth" in my retainer is gone.
I have no idea when or how this happened. Only, just now, looked in the mirror?
Gone.
Gone gone.
*freaks the EVER LOVING FUCK OUT*
Edit:
So, for all of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, here goes.
I was born missing two teeth. My brothers, ironically, were both born with overcrowding---we used to joke they'd gotten my missing teeth. The two teeth I'm missing are the teeth immediately on either side of my front teeth. I had braces for three and a half years to correct the positions (I used to have the WORST hillbilly teeth) and ever since then I've been wearing this retainer with two false teeth in the correct position that makes me look like I have a perfectly normal smile. When I take it out, it's hilarious (you may have seen the pictures). And we were just waiting till my mouth had stopped growing so my jaw wouldn't reject implants.
WELL. Just about half an hour ago, I was, er, going to the bathroom, and...I usually absently run my tongue over my retainer, you know, the way you do the inside of your teeth, just sort of a habit. And something felt funny. So I took out my retainer and....the right tooth is missing. Me: *freaks out* I crawled around the floor of my entire apartment looking for this admittedly tiny little tooth, and it's nowhere to be found. And I think it must've happened just a little while ago, because like I said, I would have felt and noticed it sooner had it happened earlier.
I have no idea how much this is going to cost to replace or how long it's going to take. Basically, right now I look like someone punched me right in the teeth and knocked one out. It's pretty hilarious, or would be, IF I DIDN'T HAVE TO STAY LIKLE THIS UNTIL THE DAMN THING GETS FIXED. What really cheeses me off is that I wasn't DOing anything. I haven't even eaten yet this morning, it's not like I was chewing on ice or something. WTF? Why the hell did it spontaneously break? And how did I not notice A PLASTIC TOOTH floating around in my mouth? Did I swallow it? The HELL, man?
So I called my orthodontist's office---no answer. So I called the number they provided as an "emergency" number, only to discover it's the doc's home number. Feeling like a real asshole at this point, I tell him what's going on, apologize two or three times for bothering him at home, and he tells me to come in first thing in the morning. *flails* Which means I might end up going home tonight, except my dad is gonna be in columbus and I really wanna show him my apartment. (The orthodontist's office is in Dayton.)
So basically I feel like a huge fucking moron for freaking out so badly over this, but in my defense I'm both sick and underslept and incredibly PMSy (as in my "aunt" JUST came to visit today, yo) so my initial reaction was to FREAK THE EVERLOVING FUCK OUT, break down in tears, and panic. Noooot exactly conducive to getting anything fixed.
I'm already missing bio lab (ugh) but I'll get a doctor's note and it should be okay. If I just don't...talk much during English at 3:30 I should be good. Maybe the tooth itself will have turned up by then. *Groans* Okay, off to have some food and calm down.
Edit the Second: I'm having a real Irony Moment here, considering this whole thing happened like an HOUR after this guy tells me I have such a nice smile. Aww...