What a nightmare! My gums were so soft and supple. Fit my every need. I could eat, chew, you name it. Then my gums just started hurting like hell. What's that all about?
Next thing you know, here I am, stuck with two essentially useless chunks of ivory poking out through my gums. Why useless? So glad you asked. What am I supposed to do with a pair of chompers on the bottom only? Whoever wrote this gene code could have used a lesson in practicality. Why couldn't it be one on top and one on the bottom?
But I'm a trooper. I have no qualms about proclaiming it. As much as it bugged me I didn't let it drag down the people around me. That's a fact.
But it's over now, thank God. The discomfort was more than I care to endure again. I'm sure I'll find something to do with them. And in the meantime I'll just rejoice that this phase in my life is finally in the past.
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