I have tried twelve gazillion times to write this, but I can't seem to do it right. So here is what is.
The [very few] teeth I still have in/on my top jawbone are coming out. One has been falling out for the past year; the other one came out (with all roots attached, no blood and no pain) when the dentist was making an impression for my denture.
Yes, my denture. After 12 years of worrying about the worst that could happen, the worst has happened. All the teeth from my top jaw are coming out. Full denture.
And I know it's a first-world problem and all, but for me it's dreadfully, dreadfully sad. No top teeth. No pretending the problem will get better any time soon. Gone, done, over.
Next Friday they all come out, then the next part of my life starts.
There has been much crying (the ugly. snotty crying) and railing against the world. I know that losing all your teeth is not really that bad in the scheme of things, but for me it's really, really sad.
I am really, really sad right now.