I'm drained.

It turns out, the problem wasn't my supernumery tooth, the problem was that I was suffering from ANUG: Acute Necrotizing Ulcerative Gingivitis. Isn't that lovely sounding? It's not the gum disease known as.... gingivitis, at least not in the way you're thinking. It's the rarer, less dangerous yet just as painful, form of the disease, not caused by improper flossing or my forgetting to use mouthwash on occasion. It's caused by stress.

I first noticed symptoms the week of midterms, so there's not much surprise there. Couple that with Guy's not calling, my inability to find a job for the summer, problems with the roommate, the beginning of the last stretch of the semester, and the generic 'oh-my-god-I-graduate-in-eight-months-what-am-I-doing-with-my-life?' thing.

And my body's rejecting it.



And, of course, my dentist said that I should be careful about kissing and stuff for the next week or so, since my gums are still sore and could still be prone to occasional bleeding. So there goes any plans to relive the stress with carnal desire.

I suppose I could find a wannabe sub, and not have to worry about it.



EDIT: WAAAAAAAAAAH. There. Hopefully that got all the whiny out of my system.