#certain shoe otherwise my hip will go out and I'll be bedbound. Needing glasses so strong that I need high index lenses. And executive

[wanderingandfound]

The fact that even my teeth aren't right anymore, and will probably never be right again, fucking gets to me.

#I should explain more so that I have a record but. It hurts too much to write down. Or I'm too exhausted by it all. #personal #learning to function #He grounded my teeth down again and they kinda fit. I slept one (1) night in my first mouth guard and they fit much better. #But it's still Off. Askew. Wrong. Tilted. #It's been a year and a half. Longer? I don't know. #My dentists used to PRAISE my bite and I didn't know how much that meant to me as a chronically ill fat person until this became fucked up #too. #It's not enough that I'm fat. Sick. Tired. In pain. With more types of skin blemishes than I can keep track at once. And feet that need a #certain shoe otherwise my hip will go out and I'll be bedbound. Needing glasses so strong that I need high index lenses. And executive #dysfunction teaming up with perfectionism. #No. None of that is enough. Apparently my teeth need to be wrong BECAUSE I TRIED TO PROTECT THEM WITH A MEDICAL DEVICE THE DOCTOR MADE FOR #ME AND TOLD ME TO BE PATIENT AND WAIT A WHILE EVEN AFTER I EXPRESSED MY CONCERNS. #I'm constantly CONSTANTLY worried about making things worse. It's why I'm hesitant to start medications and don't even like to take OTC #painkillers. Heck at the recommendation of a different doctor I recently tried to improve one of my skin conditions and not only was it #quite painful but I think it also made things worse! It's 40% of why I don't moisterize even though I really need to #(50% is because I hate being oily and 10% is because showering is already so much work). #I followed my trusted doctor's directions and now my teeth will never be right again. #Look at all these words I've written without actually explaining what happened.