#I was in drugs because of my wisdom teeth were removed

[mrpuzzle]

Was under drugs and was down bad stuff for my friends oc .

Now my friends think im gay

[lowkeycasanova]

swole mouth

plot: luffy gets his wisdom teeth removed

luffy x reader modern au?

just him being all soft while he's high on drugs

word count: 1k

Luffy, normally confident and carefree, was a mess in the days leading up to his appointment. You had to physically pull him out of bed this morning and he mumbled and grumbled about how he didn't wanna go. You coaxed him with the idea of getting food on the way. And he was dumb enough to believe you until you pulled right up to the dental office.

He was mad as hell.

He crossed his arms and wouldn't even look at you while you two sat on the chairs in the waiting room. It was quiet in there. Soft music playing overhead and the only other person there was an older woman a few feet away reading a magazine.

You turned your attention to Luffy. "Hey. This is for your own good. If you don't get them removed, it'll cause pain and your other teeth will get pushed around."

His scowl persisted.

The receptionist called his name and again, you had to drag him. You were met with the dental assistant, a friendly guy in crisp blue scrubs, attemping to ease Luffy's nerves with a reassuring smile.

It wasn’t that Luffy was afraid of the pain. His concern was the drug, nitrous oxide.

‘Laughing gas’, as it was called.

His mind is already loose and he says things with no filter. The thought of speaking nonsense without having control of it was embarassing.

Before going to the room down the hallway, Luffy gives you one last look.

"Don't be mad at me if I say something inappropriate."

**

"Y/N!!!" you hear from your seat mixed with the sound of giggles.

oh boy.

There he is. Barely able to stand on his own two feet while the dentist holds up the majority of his body weight. His arm thrown over the man's shoulder. You stand up and make your way over, biting back a smile at Luffy's giggling.

"Hiiiiii."

He picks up his head, that dopey grin stretched across his swollen cheeks.

"Hey," you laugh. "We gotta get you in the car."

"Okie dokie." he picks up his feet, lazily shuffling them across the floor.

Trying to get him into the car was harder than you thought. It's a mix of limp arms and legs, whining, and he nearly bumped his head. You and the dentist are both out of breath my the time he's situated in the passenger seat.

"Can I drive?"

"No."

Another pout and whine.

You close the door and turn back to the dentist, who gives you a rundown on how the procedure went and hands you a pamphlet on the aftercare and follow up appointment.

"You left me with a handful." you smile.

He laughs. "Luffy's gonna be okay. He'll probably fall asleep and wake up completely fine. Let me know if there's anything that seems abnormal."

You nod and tell him goodbye.

Once you get in the car, Luffy seems out of it. He's leaning his head against the window, staring off into space.

You pat his leg. "Let's get you home."

Getting his attention, he turns to face you. "You're gonna take care of me?" he mumbled. You see the gauze squished in his mouth. It's stained with red near the back, controlling the active bleeding.

You tried not to laugh but you couldn't help but have an adorable smirk tugging at your lips at his expression. As if he really appreciated you being there with him.

**

He nodded off to sleep in the car, only for you to arouse him up when you got back home. He blinks his eyes a few times, all disoriented. You finally get him inside the house and sit him down on the couch.

He slumps into the cushions, eyes half-lidded as you gently remove his shoes.

His eyes suddenly become wide and he reaches up to touch his face. "My wips. I can't feel my wips! They're...they're gone!"

His lips. Still numb from the procedure.

He's franctically touching his face where he knows his lips should be. You stop him because he shouldn't be touching his mouth at all.

"Luffy stop! Your lips aren't gone. They're right here." You use your fingers to gently tug on them.

He goes cross eyed attempting to look.

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Yup." you say, then patting his cheek in reassurance.

He copies your action. Patting his right cheek, then his left.

Right.

Left.

Then both at the same time over and over again.

"Hehehehe." he giggles. "It's like a balloon."

"You're right." you chuckled at his antics. "I'll bring you a blanket to make you more comfortable."

You turn from him, going around to the hall closet, pulling a cozy blanket out. With it in your hands, you make your way back over to where he was sitting to find him gone.

Not surprising.

He wouldn’t be able to sit still sober.

There's the sound of whimpering coming from the bathroom around the corner. You follow the sound to find him standing in front of the mirror. He's staring at his relfection, gauze out, mouth agape, and tears about to well up in his eyes.

"My teeth...the dentist...he...he...s-stole them!"

"Luffy, he did not steal them." You breathed in an attempt to not laugh. "He took them out because they were going to cause problems. And you have to keep to gauze in." you tell him, pinching the white material and helping it back into the corners of his mouth.

"But-" he mumbles, convinced he's been robbed and you guide him back to the couch. He gives you a look of confusion, his numbness preventing him from arguing any further. You take a moment to admire his goofy expression before focusing on the task at hand.

"Alright, I'll be back. Don't go anywhere." you tease. Turning back on your heel, you add, “And don’t pull that gauze out again.”

“So hostile.” he mumbled.

Heading to the kitchen, you start to find what soft foods he can have since he can'y have anything solid for a while. Deciding on ice cream, you prepare it in a bowl and return to him.

He's sprawled out underneath the blanket you gave him, eyes closed and a soft snore coming from his mouth. The anesthesia has clearly taken its toll. You smile to yourself and decide not to disturb his much needed sleep.

[cartmankisser]

Hello, hope you're having a wonderful day today!

I was wondering if you could do HC with Kyle Broflovski (or the main 4 boys, whichever you would like to write) on how he would act when their s/o got their wisdom teeth removed? Like the drugs their doctor gave them were still doing their thing and they just start talking about random stuff? Maybe unknowingly starts giving compliments?

Sorry if this is a long request! Feel free to remove it if it makes you uncomfortable in any type of way :)

i added stan and cartman! hope that's cool ^^

-- kyle was so concerned for you when you were coming out of surgery. like he's shaking and stuttering and he keeps asking you questions??? like if you're okay or if he can do anything help. he's talking too fast for you to understand anything he's saying, but you didn't care. you were just happy to see him!! and you were sure to tell him that

"oh my god kyeal... you look tho perfegt right neow..."

he could barely understand you from all the gauze in your mouth, but once it clicked in his head about what you were saying, he turned bright red. he was pretty annoyed at you for embarrassing him in front of the nurses

-- stan, similarly to kyle, was pretty concerned when you woke up. although he wasn't nearly as overbearing,,, he felt so bad that he had to try so hard not to laugh at you!!! he felt bad that he couldn't understand anything you were saying, but the way you were drooling and spitting everywhere was a bit funny

"stan.... don't laff at me... it hurths..."

i'm sorry he laughed so hard at that.. it's too hard to take you seriously when you're talking like a toddler who's learning to speak. he'd have to take a solid break from trying to help you just because he couldn't stop laughing at you and the way your cheeks were all puffed up from the gauze

-- cartman wouldn't even try to hide his laughter. he would keep giggling about how you looked like a fish with your puffy cheeks and swollen lips. he's not even trying to be mean he just... he can't take it.

you probably wouldn't even get a word in over his ugly cackling.. he doesn't know how emotional the anesthesia makes you until you're bawling and calling yourself an ugly fish

yeah now he really can't stop laughing

[prismuffin]

I'm very sorry Crow Anon. I did steal our brain cell, I couldn't remember how to clean my clothes and needed big brain power. ÒWÓ

👉👈 I give it back, I promise.

But, Pris I have an ask for you, that may cheer you up!!

How do you think taking care of the batboys (separately) after they got their wisdom tooth taken out, would go??!

I think it would be funny, snice they're chaotic on their own. Without any drugs in their system.

(Alfred definitely banned Dick "Its faster if I jump out the window to the floor balcony under me" Grayson from drinking caffeine until he was an adult).

- OwO

As someone who’s gotten their wisdom teeth removed quite recently I’d say I’m capable of answering this ask. Each of these scenarios has a bit from my experience ok? so—

Jason would be the type to just want to nap. Even when you successfully got him in the car to take him home all he was doing was saying how he wanted to nap but ong he never even tries to close his eyes to sleep once. After you both get home and you help him into bed the first thing he does after you change his gauze is crash. Which makes things difficult for you because now you have to undress his limp body and move it so that he's not laying down completely so that he doesn't accidentally choke since he's still rather numb. When he wakes up he's sad about the food he can't eat so he tries not to for as long as he can. Overall a very sleepy guy after getting his wisdom teeth removed.

Dick is so chaotic off the bat. Even when they were wheeling him out to the car you could tell that he was gonna be a handful. Tried to call everyone on his phone and when that failed he resorted to carpool karaoke. You tried to get him to stop since he shouldn't try talking but he just wouldn't shut up. Once you got home and tried to get him into bed he'd just be laughing at your struggle which would just make you struggle more since he'd be even harder to move while laughing. Because of the laughter he bleeds all over the floors and his shirt which he only laughs harder at. Similar to Jason kinda because once you replace his gauze he's out like a light, and finally you have a moment of silence for the time being. (this entire paragraph was just my experience and I'm not even joking LMFAO)

Tim would probably be almost the most tame, he'd be very sleepy and would start to mumble about tech he's working on. He'd ask you questions about designs and such and you'd just have to remind him to sit still and try not to talk much. Overall a sweetheart, he listens to you and doesn't try and talk while you're switching out his gauze. He sleeps, wakes up, and eats jello all day. The least of your problems honestly.

Damian would be quiet at first...too quiet, then comes the complaining. He'd be annoyed that he was in pain and numb at the same time??? Makes a song about the pain. You have to stop him from biting his lips because he's numb and is probably biting way harder than he realizes. After getting him home and changing his gauze he's very vocal about his hunger and is sad that he can't have normal food, but he likes the chocolate pudding so it's bittersweet for him. After his numbing wares off some and the pain starts hitting he's even more complainy- especially since he did bite his lip too hard and now it's bleeding which neither of you noticed until then. He's fine if you can get him to stop complaining though.

( I’m so so sorry this took me a minute to answer yesterday I woke up and my day went to shit and stuff happened and I had a mental breakdown and forgot all about this message! )

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Directory

[4me2knowandyou2wonder]

Teeth Headcanons for Modern Warfare characters

As the winner of our first pole, we will be starting with everyone's not so, maybe sometimes favorite baby man...

Graves!

Yep. Graves was the braces kid. He just was.

At 13 his American ass was told by the dentist to go to the orthodontist. His mother dragged him there despite his protests and he was put in big metal brackets. (He had some normal crowding and a healthy underbite) Graves was awful at wearing his rubber bands, just awful and had braces for 3 years. Almost all his teen pictures have that metal smile on display.

Graves also was the type to not know what color brackets look good and constantly switched them around so half his photos not only have a metal smile but also have a candy-colored metal smile - Blue, green, yellow, and red all clashing on his teeth. (You know he did red white and blue at least twice)

His wisdom teeth were removed at 18 because his mouth is too small for them. His mother made a video of him on the anesthetic drugs as he says all sorts of things. He definitely cried a few times. Graves swears the video has never seen the light of day - he’s wrong and his shadows can prove it. Mercenaries can always find a way.

After getting his braces off, Graves never truly wore his retainer. He lost it within the first year he was prescribed it and never let his family replace it.

Today, It shows in his teeth. Their crookedness and original setup has all but fully returned. Graves has genetically yellow teeth (fig 1) and they're going to be that color even though he brushes them 13/14 times he’s supposed to. (this success is mainly because his shadows will comment if his breath stinks.) lastly, Graves does not floss and refuses to with the conviction of a man with toxic masculinity. 

NOT LASTLY I just rewatched some graves scenes on confirm his underbite and not only is it *really there* its there because he is shoving his jaw up and out like he’s chewing tobacco (fig 2 & 3). Which made me realize… this bitch probably chews tobacco! So put dozens of cavities, worn away enamel, and early tooth loss on your Graves bingo cards!  Figures under the cut

Please excuse the quality I took this with my phone camera off my computer screen while binging the cod games. It was snapped in moments of excitement over teeth and not meticulously clipped from the videos for posting purposes o7

(Fig 1)

(Fig 2) these next two were screen shots from a not 1080p video and you can tell. But they do their job. Also, hi ghost!

You can’t tell me this man hasn’t chewed tobacco before … look at the way he hold his face !

(Fig 3)

[sardonic-the-writer]

Hey Sard! I just had an oral surgery and was hoping to get an imagine/headcannon to help me cope! I was thinking a Charlie and Ted poly (or just one of them will work haha!) Where the reader (preferably he/They or amab they/them) just had their wisdom teeth removed and are saying the most random and silly shit ever (example- I was convinced I was d_@d in the car home). And Charlie is trying to calm them down, while Ted is just provoking the Reader's drugged state 😂 Anyway, thanks! Love ya :D

this is such a fucking hilarious idea. one problem. im not taking requests so stop sending them please unless you're mutuals. im only doing this for comfort right now since my nights not doing so well

"Okay, say that one more time again for me (Y/n)."

Ted's grin was poorly contained, eyes filled with amusement as he leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Th' fffucken seagulls. Coming to kill us all with their baby carrying beaks!"

"Storks carry the babies. Not seagulls."

"What!? Noooooooo."

You were currently laying on your back on Ted's couch, mouth swollen and brain essentially mush.

It was expected of course. You had just gotten done with getting your wisdom teeth removed after a few months of pain, something that was long overdue.

You had known you would be coming out of the dentist's office drugged and high as a kite, so you'd asked—read: forced—your friends Ted and Charlie to take you home afterwards, making sure that you didn't talk too much so you could heal.

Yeah. Only one of those things happened.

"Leave them alone, Ted." Charlie's words were serious as he awkwardly maneuvered his limbs to keep the ice pack in his hands on your face, but Ted knew he was just as entertained by your lunatic ramblings as he was. "They trusted us to make sure they would heal afterward. And I personally don't want to explain that the reason their mouth is bleeding again was because you wanted to hear about how seagulls are coming to kill us."

"Come on, you know they'd do the same to us if we were the delusional ones." He responded with a chuckle. Charlie rolled his eyes but silently laughed all the same, knowing he was right.

"Charles." You suddenly gasped, knocking the mans hand away feom your jaw and scrambling up to grab his arm woozily. "We're in grave danger. You must hide."

"..what?" He sputtered, halfway between laughing and scolding you for rushing up so quickly.

"Seaaagullsssss."

"Sit down (Y/n)."

"But the sky demons!" You cried, dramatically throwing yourself into him. He just caught you before pushing you back and looking at Ted, as if to signal for help.

The other man sighed, realizing that Charlie was right, and you probably did need to rest. And as much as he wanted to keep picking apart your brain in this state; he opted for getting up to walk over to the couch you were still on.

"Listen. If the seagulls come, I'll—" Ted paused a moment before continuing, remembering something he would say to Schlatt as a joke sometimes. "—I'll get the big fist to shoot them out of the sky."

You stopped mindlessly rambling at that, peaking open one eye to look at him skeptically. He nearly cracked a smile at your silly expression, knowing full well he would never let you live this down.

"Are you sure that will work" You slightly glared at him, dragging out the sure in suspicion.

"Very sure."

You didn't say anything for a moment. Ted's brows furrowed together as he waited for you to respond to him. It took the soft snores drifting out of your mouth for either of the boys hovering over you to realize that you had fallen dead asleep right in front of them.

"Oh thank god." Charlie sighed deeply before falling backward onto the floor with his arms and legs out. Clearly very happy that you had gone to sleep. "I thought I would have had to tie them down and force them to stop talking."

"Now that would've been funny."

"Shut the fuck up Ted and let me have this moment."

He just laughed.

[antisociallilbrat]

Wisdom Teeth Poly Losers HCs

I got my wisdom teeth out recently and :)) I am in so much pain bc what was suppose to be a simple surgery turned into fuck shit bc ofc I had to have complicated teeth :))) my bottom teeth were on my nerve line and the dentist didn't realize this until they were pulling my bottom teeth out- I was awake too, just numb :) anyways enjoy some headcannons for what I think would happen with the Losers getting their wisdom teeth out

So this is set in my Poly losers universe and when they're young adults most of the losers have to get their wisdom teeth removed

The exceptions are Richie because his dad was a dentist so he had them removed in high school and also Eddie because of his mom

Eddie didn't even need his removed but of course his mom had them done anyways :/ I think also because of her he had them removed first, a year or so before Richie

This leaves Mike, Stan, Bev, Ben, and Bill who needs to get their removed

What prompts this is Bill, who a tooth ache and refused to go the dentist. Due to his parent's neglect he never really went to the dentist so he doesn't see why he has to go now

It takes Eddie threatening to forcefully drag Bill there himself for him to finally go

And yes Eddie goes with Bill and yes Eddie holds his hand during the appointment because Bill won't admit it but he's a little scared of those tools

Turns out one of Bill's wisdom teeth are infected and need to removed asap

So when they get home to discuss scheduling Bill's surgery with the others, Bill's worried and Mike being Mike graciously mentions how he still needs to get his removed to agrees to do it with Bill

This gives Stan the idea that- Hey they're starting to have a bit of extra income, might as well go get everyone else's done too

They're going to have Mike and Bill go first and then the next weekend Bev and Ben and THEN Stan will go

There's no reason he decided he would go last

Any who Bill and Mike's surgery happens and Bill is the BIGGEST BABY who clings to Mike the moment they get in the car

They're both drugged up and Mike goes to kiss Bill bc 'oh no his baby' and poor Ben has to get into the back between Mike and Bill to keep them from accidently hurting themselves

Bill and Mike just both end up clinging to Ben and the moment they get home won't let Ben leave them

They both proceed to pass out on Ben on the couch

Ben doesn't mind

Also I love the idea of Richie spoon feeding Mike and Bill with mocking pouty faces and going like 'Oooo does Billy Willy and Mikey Wikey hurt?'

Mike laughs (the best that he can) at Richie and Bill throws a pillow at him

He misses

Otherwise Mike and Bill heal up with little complications- Thanks to Stan and Eddie, and neither of them mind eating junk food like smoothing and apple sauce for a couple days

Oh also Bill ended having to braces a couple weeks after his surgery because he never got them in his teens and turns out he needed them- he's very upset about it

You can take the headcannon of young adult Bill with braces from my cold dead fists

The next weekend it's Ben and Bev's turn

Knowing what happened with Bill and Mike, after the surgery Bev and Ben ride home in separate cars

Richie rides in the back with Bev in the car she's in and drugged up Bev is OBSESSED with Richie's hair

Like she can't stop herself from running her hand through it and tugging on the curls

Richie finds this hilarious

Meanwhile Ben gets nauseous from the pain medicine :( bb is not having a good time and rides with his head in Bill's lap

But it turns out Ben probably has the easiest recovery of them all bc the next day he feels completely fine and can act like normal- aside from his mushy diet but he was already a big smoothie guy anyways

Poor Bev suffers

She's a texture person when it comes to food and Stan and Eddie has to fight to keep her from eating the wrong things bc she keeps trying to rush the healing process

The next week is worst than the actual surgery for her

The moment she gets the okay she can eat like normal though, all the Losers work together to cook her her favorite meal

And by all the Losers I mean Ben and Mike while the others help

Also she had to quit smoking during her heal week and that was absolute hell so she was very grouchy

Everyone- even Eddie- was happy when she got to light up again

Then it's Stan's turn for him to get his teeth out

He's very calm and composed and he trusts Eddie to take care of him since its Eddie and he's been helping Stan take care of the others

Turns out Stan's teeth are impacted which means a big ouch

But he's Stan and he'll be damned with unnecessary teeth are going to break him

He actually manages to sleep the whole way back and barely wakes up when Eddie changes his gauze- he goes back to sleep and sleeps till the next day

And then the next day he is in absolute pain and its like the pain meds aren't even working

He won't tell the Losers but they know. They all stick close by, particularly Richie and Bill since they both don't have day jobs

They know Stan is in pain because he actually allows the two dufoses to cuddle him in his bed- and he's usually not a cuddly guy

If one of them have to get up there's a Loser ready to replace them

Mike makes sure the mushy food Stan eats is till kosher <3

Stan very much loves his Losers bc he didn't have to say how much pain he was in, they just knew

Okay that's all, yes I know there's spelling/grammar errors. I'm in pain and on pain pills, whadda want from me?

[half-deadmagicperson]

Phic Phight Phic 2

Title: Crazy Right?

AO3

For @phicphight

Prompt by @charcoalhawk

Word Count: 934

Prompt: Danny has to get his wisdom teeth removed

Warnings: Panic attack, Surgical stuff

If you want to skip the panicking there's squiggles (~) that mark the beginning and end of the section.

This one is even shorter than the last one, but here we go Phic Number 2!!!!

Also shout out to the other Team Ghosts for being awesome!

   Danny Fenton was walking down the hall with his two best friends, Sam and Tucker. 

"So ya know how I told you that I hafta get my wisdom teeth removed?" Sam and Tucker nodded and Danny continued, "well I just found out that my parents scheduled the appointment for tomorrow."

"Dude that's rough," Tucker replied, looking up from his PDA, "I remember I was sore for weeks after mine!"

"That's because you refused to give up meat even though you're not supposed to eat chewy stuff for a week," Sam chimed in.

"Hey! I can't help it if the beef calls my name!"

"You're disgusting."

  The goth and the geek squabbled a bit before going back to the subject of teeth.

"Just make sure you don't eat anything cold. Made that mistake once," Sam shuddered at the memory.

"I'm more concerned about what'll happen when I'm on anesthesia. What if my powers act up? What if I tell everyone I'm a ghost?" Danny replied.

"Listen dude, if that happens, we'll help cover for you," Tucker stated, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder. Sam put her hand on the vacant shoulder and added,  "We'll even close the portal so you can have time to recover."

"Thanks guys. You're the best," Danny said with a small smile.

  The next day Danny's mom dropped him off for his procedure. The docs had him sit in a fancy dentist chair while they talked about what they were gonna do and grabbing the anesthetics. It was at that moment Danny had a mild panic attack. What if the anesthetics don't work on him? 

    Since the accident, drugs haven't had as much of an effect on him. He had to take four doses of painkillers just to get the same effect as one. On the flip side he also healed faster than normal, so the pain didn't last as long.

    He sat in the chair as the anesthesiologist administered the drug. He started counting backwards from 10. Ten…nine…eighttt..sevennn….

   He didn't get past seven before drifting off into a numb sleep.

~~~~~~~~tw starts here~~~~~~~~~~

   Something was in his mouth. Something cold. Danny tried to fish it out of his mouth, but soon realized he couldn't move to do so. Panic flooded his senses. He couldn't move. He couldn't see. His mouth was as dry as a dessert. He couldn't speak. He could taste metal.

 

  Slowly his vision returned. He saw blurs moving around and a bright light shining down on him. His heart pounded in his chest.

   He heard a distant murmur of "He's waking up!" and "Up his dosage so he goes back to sleep!"

   Danny did the only logical thing to do. He screamed. He screamed and screamed and screamed, but nothing came out other than a dull "ee".  Danny felt himself going numb again. Tears streamed down his immobile face. 

   He could feel them in his mouth. He could feel a prick in his arm. His mouth felt like a fire raging, like the time he tried to make Mac n cheese.

It's me! It's me Danny! Mom! Dad! Please stop, it's me! It's Danny!

   No words came out of his mouth. He felt the sleepiness return, begging him to close his eyes. His breaths slowed as he entered a forceful slumber.

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    "Hey there buddy. Glad to have you back."

   Danny's eyes slowly peeled open to see a blurry blue blob.

   "It's me Danny," he slurred. Another blurb came into view, this one more teal.

   

   "I know, sweetie, I named you," a cheerful voice replied.

   Maddie Fenton turned towards the doctor, "It looks like the medicine really did a number on him. At least he remembers his name."

   Maddie gently grabbed Danny's hand to lead him to the car.

"It's a lieemm notta ghost," he murmured

"Of course, silly, you'd have to die to become a ghost," his mom replied, patiently navigating him to the car.

  "But mom I did die. Three years ago."

  At this Maddie turned around. Man these anesthetics were really something.

  "And then I could fly and go weeeeeeeeeeee like a birbb."

  "That's great, sweetie."

   "Mommmm I'm telling you I'm phantomm the superheroooo," Danny continued to slur and made a superman pose.

  "Sweetie, Phantom is not a superhero. He's a ghost, he can't be a hero." 

  Danny started sobbing

  "But-hic-I am-hic-a superhero."

  "I'm sure you are sweetie. I'm sure you are."

   They finally reached the Fenton Assault Vehicle, and Maddie strapped Danny in. The entire ride home Danny spent telling Maddie about his powers and cool ghosts he's met. They pulled up to the house when Danny had finished telling her about the ghost yeti leader named Frostbite.

   Maddie led Danny to his room and tucked him into bed. Hopefully he'll be less loopy in the morning. I mean ghost yetis? How strange is that.

    Danny woke up the next day with a dull ache in his mouth and no recollection of the day prior. He walked downstairs to grab some soup.

"Hi mom," he mumbled, grabbing a bowl out of the cabinet. 

"Hi Danny, or should I say Phantom! How was your sleep?" His mother asked cheerfully. 

  Danny froze.

  "What'd you say?"

   "I asked how your sleep was. Yesterday you were so tired you said you were that ghost boy. But that's impossible since you're very much alive! And you were going on and on about your powers and some yeti named Frostbite! Crazy right!"

"Yeah. Crazy."

   Danny turned around and went back upstairs. Suddenly, he wasn't so hungry anymore. Tears started to form. His parents accepting him. What a thought. Crazy right?

[boy-gender]

It’s the 3 year anniversary of my top surgery this month!! During pride month even!!

I wanted to I guess just talk about what happened to me? Give a story about a top surgery from start to finish for people looking to pursue top surgery to learn from? It’s gonna be long so, under the cut.

So I got top surgery in june 2020, right smack dab in the early-middle of the pandemic lockdowns. Nobody was allowed to be with me in the hospital or even visit me, and I couldn’t have my cellphone. The night before my fiance slept over to keep me calm, and also we had to leave at 4am because I was going to be the very first surgery of the day. I have cats, and he got a cat hair in his eye causing a massive allergic reaction. We had to extract it but his eye was so messed up that day he couldn’t drive, so I ended up taking him home and my mother in law brought me to the hospital. It was pretty lonely not being able to have him with me or communicate with anyone, and I was terrified I would get covid just from being in the hospital, but luckily I didn’t.

I showed up, checked in, and got situated in a prep area pretty quickly. They tell you to take your underwear off because sometimes people piss themselves while under anaesthesia, which I didn’t know and was horrified by the thought of. Sure you can go play around in my chest cavity but if I peed? I would have flatlined of embarassment on the table. At the end they don’t tell you if you peed or shit yourself or anything so at least if I did I will never have to know about it. In the prep area my surgeon drew on me with a marker to show what was getting taken away and what was going where. I was having a bilateral mastectomy with liposuction on the sides to remove sideboob, and I didn’t want my nipples back, which made her job easier. Within an hour they wheeled me in, told me to count back from 10, someone said goodnight to me and then I was gone.

Several hours later I woke up crying and sweating and insanely hot. I could barely speak, and a nurse was yelling at me because I wouldn’t stay awake. Apparently I had woken up and gone back to sleep several times, but I don’t remember any of that. I must have been able to communicate that I was hot because someone was feeding me ice cubes, but they wouldn’t take the blankets off me and I couldn’t move to push them away. I felt like a helpless child. It was awful. Powerful drugs, man.

My surgeon came in 10 minutes later to check on me after she finished cleaning up, saw how miserable I was, ripped the blanket off me, and yelled at the nurses for not listening to me. It was the first time a doctor had ever taken my side in something and defended me. I will always be eternally grateful for that. They transferred me to a bed, told me not to move around too much because of my drains, and gave me a landline to call home. It was somehow the afternoon, and I think I passed out again.

When I woke up it was evening and they said they were going to keep me over night because I had experienced some sleep apnea under anesthesia- it’s where you briefly stop breathing in your sleep and then start again/irregular breathing. They wanted to make sure if it happened again that they were right there, and also that I would stay on the oxygen tube in my nose. They also gave me this breathalyzer thing that you breathe into and it measures how much breath you breathe. They had me play with it every hour or so to help regain the strength in my lungs.

They (the nurses) also, expressly against my wishes, gave me opioids. I have violent moodswings on heavy painkillers (I got oxy for my wisdom teeth extraction...that was a nightmare). I warned them of this, I said I only wanted tylenol and I would deal with the pain (I wasn’t in any pain, I was just tired). They gave it to me anyways and lo and behold I had violently suicidal moodswings. Thank fuck I was bedbound and couldn’t move. I called my fiance repeatedly throughout the night rapidly shuffling between suicidal and manic. In the off time I was stuck watching 90 day fiancee. It was the only tv channel available.

The next morning I ignored most of the advice they gave me, getting up to go to the bathroom on my own and walking around the hospital floor just to show them that I could. They weren’t going to let me leave until I peed and could ambulate on me own, so as soon as I was awake I did laps just to get them to discharge me. My surgeon okayed it, though I think she was surprised and concerned at the voracity with which I wanted to leave. I didn’t want to stay and have them drug me again.

I went home- it was a Wednesday- and my poor fiance was such a trooper. He picked me up in a car full of stuffed animals for me to cuddle and took me back to my parents house, got me settled, got me a smoothie from mcdonalds. I think we scared the person at the drive thru because I was a haggard corpse in bandages with suction cups of bodily fluids hanging at my sides. Oh well. That week my fiance had started a new job two hours away from our homes and had to commute back and forth, leaving early as fuck to go to work and then coming back to take care of me at night. He moved into our new apartment that Saturday without me (I couldn’t be transported) and with the help of our dear friends. That week sucked.

During the day my mom helped me. Made me food, got me drinks, helped me change my drains, helped me clean myself. I’m lucky we have a bath tub- I was able to sit in a few inches of water and very carefully wash myself without getting my bandages wet. I have autism; my two most prominent symptoms are that I can’t regulate my temperature and always run too hot, and I cannot stand the texture of sweat, being sweaty, or being hot. I constantly have to wash my face and hands like a little raccoon or I go nuts. I would not have survived going a week without showering in some form.

The drains were weird but not painful- you can’t feel them inside you. Everything is so swollen and nerve-damaged you don’t really feel much initially. You have to sleep on your back sitting up though, which sucks for us side sleepers. Invest in a neck pillow is my advice. I slept in my recliner/rocking chair.

I pushed to have my drains removed early, and after a week they were out. While at the appointment I touched a cactus in the lobby and got needles stuck inside me, which my surgeon delightedly told me “nobody has ever been stupid enough to do before.” She enjoyed it. My finger hurt lmao. She took the drains out and I was afraid I’d feel them moving under my skin but I didn’t- all I felt was a gush of warm liquid, like my armpit had pissed itself. Turns out one of my drains was clogged and that was my fluid shooting out all over me, the chair, and my doctor. She said it happens. Unlike patients touching the cactus.

After that I had no more follow up appointments and was on my own. You aren’t supposed to lift your arms over your head or carry heavy things for several weeks, but I ignored that after the two week or so mark. I don’t care about having stretched scars- I have so many scars over my body it doesn’t make a difference. Then I moved to the new apartment with my fiance, healed for a few months, endured the lightning strike shooting pains of my nerves reattaching for the first half year, and found to my amusement that I could still “feel” my nipples but that the spot that felt like nipple would move around from day to day as my nerves misfired. This is still true and still funny to me.

And that’s pretty much it. I had no complications, though because of the lipo and no nipples my scars are large and unusual and almost bisect my torso. My plans are to continue strengthening my chest wall and get the whole thing tattooed, which is why I didn’t want nipples again. They’re in the way of the tattoo design. It’s gonna be a vampire castle with bats flying out in front of a full moon, and a spooky forest below the cliffs.

[who-stole-my-brain-cells]

so I got my wisdom teeth removed yesterday and apparently the drugs unleashed my OSHA compliance officer alter ego… also I was refusing to eat apple sauce because it was “too brown” (aka the lights were off)

[lunarsilkscreen]

Mind-Altering Chemical

Alcohol, Marijuana, and Opium are ALL mind-altering chemicals. We call them recreational because of the way it alters your mind. Beer gives you a buzz or gets you drunk (depending on how much she goes fast you drink it. Marijuana gets you high or wasted, also depending on how many edibles you consume. Opium works similarly to Marijuana. We just don't like it because we're racist, and I'll be damned if China is gonna get rich off my dumb ass. (Support small business--Smoke local)

I don't smoke. Because it makes me want a pack of Reds or Djarum Cloves. BTW: Nicotine is also a mind-altering chemical as is coffee.

Nicotine and Caffeine don't count when we're talking about mind-altering chemicals, because they don't have the hard-hitting effects like beer and MJ do in those larger doses.

I know people that can sip a single beer over a day and call that a buzz. But we all know that doesn't count.

"How have you used Opium if you're both racist and don't smoke?" Well, I was prescribed Vicodin when my wisdom teeth were removed. AND IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW. Vicodin is an opioid.

I hated that BTW, I had that and motrin to take for the pain, and all I did was play Paper Mario off the Wii store, poorly, for an entire week. It was all I could do, I was too high for anything else.

But I did get to finish "Thousand Year door" so there's that.

If you're wondering: fentanyl is a locally (as in US) produced synthetic opioid prescribed to people who Vicodin, Percocet, or other don't work. (all opioids) and by don't work: I mean don't work for what they're prescribed for. Usually to old people, but profit margins started creating opportunities to put fentanyl into everything. (Something that could be corrected by making weaker drugs Legal, instead of using fentanyl for everything.)

I'm talking about this because there's a difference between *those things* and other drugs prescribed for mental health issues, such as depression and anxiety.

(F* Wellbutrin.)

Which can also be prescribed for other conditions such as nerve-ending damage, arthritis, and pain. (Which suggests that anxiety and depression can be caused by pain receptors, when you don't actually feel pain.)

You don't typically get high or drunk on prescription anxiety meds, but they allow for you to function, and to deal with your day to day when you're otherwise checked-out.

Hey, hey. This is important, because people do something called self-medication. This isn't like addiction, where you're chasing that high, or drunk state, or "just trying to forget".

Because people self-medicate with Tylenol, Motrin, Tums, and all sorts of things in your "over-the-counter" aisle. Which by the way, costs $100 If you stock up on all of them for the month. (So much for Medicare).

Before smoking indoors was banned, nearly everybody smoked. Not just because it was the cool thing to do, but because nicotine actually has several benefits: including, focus, anti-anxiety, and energy (as well as weight loss).

Same with coffee. It's why [coffee and cigarettes] were considered necessary items up until the 21st century.

I wouldn't be surprised if this wave of autism and ADHD has to do with the efforts of just detoxing from both cigarettes and coffee. Because until now, until it was admitted that it was an actual thing; that's just what you did in order to function.

That's what you did to appear and act normal. Because it worked.

This is gonna get into a chicken-egg thing where "well how do we know they didn't *cause* ADHD and autism". Because if that was true then motrin and water caused your broken leg.

I'm just gonna conclude here:

Look, old people are gonna die soon anyway, we should at least listen to them, when they take drugs either recreationally or because they're in pain from the ravages of old age.

They should be taken care of, so that we can get their input and feedback on what actually works for conditions, what doesn't, and that can pave the way for medicinal breakthroughs that can actually improve health going forward.

That's an investment for the future, and respect for the past.

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

how’s it feel to accuse someone of stealing ocs when you just blatantly copy someone else’s au? grow up

Let me guess this is Diisdoodles or one of their fans I figured this drama was done for, here let me show you something

Welcome to the Master File of the Borg Siblings they existed long before the Diisdoodles Era as I call it,

Nov 7th 2016

Even belongs to Phopollo in the Cyrus Art then Brandon alone is Diisdoodles Brat also belongs to Diisdoodles seen in the one Cyrus Art that's the old version of him.

Pandora belongs to Diisdoodles in the art with Chloe and Felix

And this is only some of the art Diisdoodles made of OCs of that Master File which belongs to

me

Brandon that is evidence of Violets original husband's appearance,if you look at my work I only refer to him as her ex-husband because there is an OC of mine named Victor that was their son I can't just write him off

And I got so much more evidence that I've kept close to my chest, so if we can stop bringing up drama from the past because you know I do have trauma related to this, they asked for us to separate on a Thursday and that Monday while I was having surgery having my wisdom teeth removed, I was wrongfully attacked.

I did not bother them that entire weekend like they asked, I vented in a Channel in a server that we shared so that way I wasn't going behind their back but still this wasn't good enough for them they sent their message that Monday attacking me blaming me comparing me to toxic people in their life making it all about themselves even though I had done exactly what they had asked to leave them alone. Tell me what I did I do to deserve that?

I guarantee Diisoodles has been ranting about this or something because there is no reason absolutely no reason for this to be drug up again,

I haven't even touched this art or posted it anywhere it is just my evidence to show they handled my characters way before they even thought of theirs. My characters were a part of their AUs, they created theirs as carbon copies of mine because mine were in their characters places.

Also, there is no way our Aus cross. You know what they said to me about my realistic writing. Nobody likes realistic writing because they don't like being reminded of the real world. I don't think Diisdoodles would talk about prostitution, they couldn't even hardly handle the drug addiction side of Simone which is why Harker is a much more vanilla version of Simone.

And if you're not referring to this Au or these ocs then please tell me I'm pretty sure I have evidence because I've learned with this fandom keep your file of evidence close to you because you never know who is going to come after you.

[angelsnaiils]

diary 5/11/23

oh boy, do i have a story ૮꒰ྀི ,> ៸៸៸ < ྀི꒱ა

CONTENT WARNING: sedatives/drugs, panic attacks, surgery!

so! yesterday, may 10th, i was supposed to get my wisdom teeth removed. i have a pretty bad fear of surgery, but i had been doing a good job of keeping it in check! the thing i was afraid of most was the IV, i despise needles and i have a traumatic memory related to IVs (no exaggeration). upon the surgery prep, a few tears were shed…

the type of sedation used for this surgery was not a full sedation, essentially i was still somewhat conscious so that i would be able to respond if they needed to ask me if i was okay (that was the plan at least…) but i wouldn’t really be aware of it, nor remember anything.

after the IV was inserted (after some panic), everything was blurry and all of a sudden i was half awake and very giggly. i remember i kept asking my parents “is it really done? it seriously happened?” and they kept telling me yes, the surgery was done.

… it wasn’t!

according to the surgeon, after sedation, i would not allow him to continue the surgery!! while we don’t know exactly what happened, it seems that the sedatives did the opposite of what they were supposed to do. my assumption is i was either crying, shaking, or in some way moving/fighting back and that’s why it was unsafe for him to proceed. he said that the more he gave me, the worse it got… needless to say, this reaction is INCREDIBLY concerning to me and i will be consulting my therapist and doctors as well as asking him about it when i go back to have the teeth removed.

while i wasn’t fully recovered when he broke this news, i was conscious enough to be absolutely crushed. i SOBBED. all the anticipation for nothing! i actually had to be brought out the back instead of through the waiting room because i was crying so loud.

i now will have to reschedule to have the surgery done in the hospital. this is so that an anesthesiologist can put me under and i will be completely unconscious. i hate that i’ll have to go through the preparation all over again, and block off recovery time in my schedule again, but at least i can rest easy knowing this one will be far less traumatic. (つ﹏⊂)

the icing on the cake is that my shaking left me with a horrible bruise from the IV! sighs.

luckily, i ended up being able to play dungeons and dragons that same night with my friends, which helped take my mind off the disappointment + anxiety.

today!

i had a LOVELY day, thankfully! i woke up and did a bit of pilates and yoga, then took a nice long walk. it was beautifully sunny all day! after my shower i finished up my modules for my summer class, did some cleaning, and ate outside! ໒꒰ྀི ๑ ´ ˘ ` ू ꒱ྀིა

i also FINALLY uploaded a new vlog!! admittedly, the footage is somewhat old … but i’m still happy i got it up. the more i follow through, the more it will become a consistent habit! i really enjoy vlogging and editing, but i’m still in the process of beating procrastination. this is a big win in that direction!!

if you read all that… here’s a hug for you my love! sleep well!! ♡

[4me2knowandyou2wonder]

Teeth Headcanons for Modern Warfare characters

Our boy is finally here! Alex is the first headcanon I wrote and it has a special place in my heart. I am so happy to bring you all my thoughts on my tooth son.

Alex

Alex’s teeth are perfect, no like, have you SEEN him??

He is an American pretty boy through and through. (figures under the cut)

Alex always had pretty good teeth, but they weren’t perfectly straight, so in classic USA medical fashion his yearly dentist visit sent him to the orthodontist when he became old enough for braces to matter, and his orthodontist found just enough imperfections to recommend dental correction. My boy got an Invisalign at 16 back in high school. He was the cool kid on the block for it too because everyone else had braces and people were. Jealous. By 17 he had moved onto only needing to wear the trays at night. His teeth have been perfect ever since. 

Alex could have kept his wisdom teeth. Had he been anywhere other than the US he’d still have them, but his orthodontist didn’t know if they’d erupt smoothly *enough.* The x-rays looked pretty good, his upper wisdom teeth were less in need of surgery than his lower ones, but there was a risk with letting any of them stay there. Alex was on the fence about the procedure until he was informed that letting his wisdom teeth come in naturally could move his other teeth that he’d already gotten straightened out—after that, he was completely on board for their removal. (This however, is a soft version of dental malpractice, as its simply not true. Wisdom teeth either have space or they don’t and they probably won’t push your other teeth and mess up your smile, but whoever said dentists never make mistakes needs to go to a dentist. Alex had a play-book dentist that was unaware this is a common misconception and fell into it. If your dentist recommend getting your wisdom teeth removed to prevent your previously straighted teeth from moving slightly they’re not doing something right! Anyway back to headcanons. Alex of course didn’t know this at the time :( and they stole his wisdom)

His wisdom teeth removal wasn’t freshly filmed, but his childhood best friend met him back at his house to babysit him while high on the drugs and she’s got some great videos of him slowly coming down from it all. 

Today Alex still cares for his teeth. He’s an every morning and nightly teeth brusher, he flosses either with a spool or with the sticks (he’s not picky) when he doesn’t have access to his Waterpik [“It's more fun than flossing” -Alex] and still religiously wears his retainer trays every night that he can. He cares for his teeth he wants them to stay strong. He also encourages others around him to take care of their teeth! making sure everyone knows the importance of dental hygiene... he's a bit annoying about it

Actually I’m not done talking about Alex with a Waterpik! I went to post this and now I’m delaying it to talk more about this man's love of this machine. He did meticulous research before picking it. He’s go one with all the settings and bought the expansion pack of brush nozzles. Its the one luxury he complains about not having when he’s not staying at a place where using a Waterpik is feasible. Terrible beds? No potable water? Nothing but MRE’s to eat for a month? He’s a soldier he can handle it. But man,

Farah!! I miss my waterpik! *grumbles* 

Mmm Alex Keller <33

[ramrage]

(in the interest of) burning (everything down) ch2

cw: strong language, alcohol abuse, emetophobia (relevant paragraphs marked in test), angsty

link to ao3

like a grown up, i will drown my sorrows in cheap liquor

DAY 01 ~2230

A candle can be blown out, or it can be covered. In a few seconds’ time, the fire burns through the available oxygen and when there isn’t any left, it dies. Chokes itself out, forms a vacuum.

That’s how it feels, how the room feels when the dust inevitably settles, when Soap’s ears stop ringing with the sound of the slammed door. Instead of the fire of his rage, it feels like he’s the dying thing.

Fuck.

He repeats it again, hands scrubbing roughly at his face, slipping over something wet. “Fuck.” In addition to the nothingness, the too-muchness smothers him, and he can’t help but feel something like regret. He hates it. Hates that he aired his grievances like that, hates that he had grievances to air, hates that, despite the fallout, he had to say something.

Soap throws his body face-down on his shitty mattress, the shitty springs creaking beneath his weight, and plays it all back.

Ever since they hooked up that third time, Simon has been the most dangerous kind of delicate—fragile and teetering over some precipice, frantic claws scrabbling for any sort of hold, any sort of stability. He found a ledge, apparently; it’s just too high for anyone else to reach. Soap seems the farthest away. 

All of the shit that brought them there to begin with—the too-familiar joking, the glances that tasted warm as they did clandestine, the solid hands on solid shoulders—all of it is gone. 

Naturally, he decides to drink about it. It’s the adult way of handling emotions. No glass, no plastic cup, just lips pressing to a shit bottle of shit whiskey, mainly because it feels more pathetic, like he’s in the bottom reaches of some movie star’s second-act downward spiral. He leaves the tears to dry on his cheeks for the same reason. 

“Look at me,” they say, “look how real I am.”

He continues to wallow in his melodrama because though it doesn’t feel good, it feels right. If only he could get his shit with Simon to rights. Or even figure out how it all went so wrong.

Had he said something stupid? Something ridiculous and embarrassing that made Simon ashamed to have chosen him in any way? Did he get too close? Was he too much somehow? He usually is. Worse than his worries of the past are his worries of the future. Whatever he did wrong, was it something they could come back from? Not like it matters much anymore given his outburst. It’s over, no other way around that. It’s just a matter of how it will end. Maybe they’ll stew in this awkwardness until one of them transfers somewhere else. Or dies. 

The bottle is running low. Soap’s stomach doesn't like how that feels but he values being able to quantify his suffering in some way. So far, it measures 1750 mL of stinking, amber-colored, liquid shit. There’s more, he just hasn’t put a bottle to it yet. Hopes he doesn't have to. 

[EMETOPHOBIA WARNING] He drinks until he can feel the world twist on its axis, feels the nauseating onward march of time. He vomits on the linoleum floor only once, finds the wastebasket the next. Eventually he crawls to the toilet so he can get sick like a respectable young man, numbly aware of how overwhelmingly pathetic he is with every lame shuffle. Something about it makes him feel philosophical in that drunken sort of way.

Bruised cheek sticking to the toilet seat, he decides that this is a lot like when he got his wisdom teeth removed. They weren’t causing any problems yet, but the spacing and positioning looked risky, so the dentist took them out. He said some dumb shit hopped up on those dentist drugs—his mam caught a few key moments on film—and as he healed, he kept tonguing the space where those teeth used to be, pulling at the stitches, trying to find the solidity he was used to. 

He wouldn’t have missed them if they were never there to begin with. Everything sucked and everything hurt because they were there, and then they weren’t. 

Just like Simon. If they never came to each other, there wouldn’t be this bleeding void in him, he wouldn’t have anything to miss. He feels real clever about that connection. The victory is hollow and it fucking sucks.

Hopefully this loss is preventative, too. Maybe it’s saving him from something worse, something extended and excruciating down the line. Perhaps if he said the right thing, worded everything perfectly, Simon would’ve explained himself and they’d work through the issue together. It would be grand and they’d fall in love, learn each other inside and out, really get something beautiful going until he inevitably fucked everything up. Then he’d have so much more Simon to forget. Drunkenly, he thinks he’d risk it all the same. “Bastard,” he says to no one in particular. 

[EMETOPHOBIA WARNING] He gets sick again, but not for the last time.

chapter 1

chapter 3

[chaosenigma]

OK YA´LL I HAVE TO TELL YOU ABOUT MY AWFUL WISDOM TOOTH EXPERIENCE

so i got my wisdom teeth out almost two months ago. i got all four out, but none of them were impacted or anything. my dentist gave me a recovery time of like 3-5 days. i had to stay home, icing and on an incredible amount of drugs for TWO WEEKS!!!! for non-impacted teeth that is a VERY long time.

I finally recovered and was able to go back to my normal job, but THEN. About three weeks after the surgery, I felt something hard in one of my extraction sites. I thought that was weird. I decided to be stupid and try and figure out what it was. It felt like a popcorn kernel, but I most definently had not eaten popcorn. Then I stuck my finger back there to try and figure out what it was, and I heard a sickening crack and then it started to bleed. A LOT. We called my dentist, and apparently your jaw bone just sometimes. doesn grow back right. and then starts poking through your fucking gum.

so i go in to get the piece removed, and i sit down, and they don´t give me ANY ANESTHESIA. Not even laughing gas or goddamned novocaine or anything at ALL. and then they started to just fucking yank this piece of bone out of my mouth, and it takes them like 45 minutes because its a very thin bone and it keeps breaking.

that finally is over, and I think that my troubles are over.

But no. They are not.

Over a MONTH after the extraction, my bottom left extraction site starts hurting like a BITCH. and so we call them AGAIN, and theyre like ok come in we´ll look at it. There was a small infection in my gums, and they needed to cut it open and clean it out or smthing. This time they did give me laughing gas and like four shots of general anesthesia, so it was not painful. but then, half-way through the procedure, the dentist turns to the assistant and says, ¨Can you get me the bone file?¨ THE WHAT NOW??? WHY DID THEY NEED A BONE FILE??? and the assistant goes and grabs it, and they start to fucking FILE AWAY AT MY TOOTH. and i am sitting there, contemplating my entire existence, wondering if i even want to live anymore.

to this day, i still have no goddamned idea why they filed down my tooth. maybe they just felt like it.

they sent me home, and said i´d be fine in probably two days. they also said i did not need any opioids.

i fucking needed the opioids.

i get home and my mouth starts hurting so bad that i am SOBBING on the couch while a documentary about tigers plays in the background. i have my mom call the dentist, and they prescribe perc. meanwhile my dog is more stressed then he ever has been, and is just all over me, and that goddamn man is talking about this man-eating tiger, and it was the most awful experience of my life.

so, now, two months after my original surgery, I still have two holes in my mouth, and have to still take antibiotics and do irrigation syringes every night. and another fucking hole is opening back up so i am probably going to have to deal with that to.

so yeah.

i fucking hate my teeth.