My poor, cursed Anne Frank tooth. It's the same front tooth she had a root canal on when she was in hiding.
Calling around to a bunch of dentists who didn't take the health insurance I had in grad school.
The immature dentist who made all these weird jokes at my expense because he was bad at writing in college and he kept projecting on to me saying I wanted to do bad things to him and he performed a root canal on me that was very painful at the end.
And it was the weakest tooth and years later, it was the one that snapped. Even though it had a crown on it by then, I think the crown might have made it weaker, honestly.
And then I had miracle procedures done on it.
And then I watched this film with the stupid entitled patriarch instructing his protege on how to view women as baby making factories.
"Danielson: a Family Movie (2006)"
https://youtube.com/watch?v=qpaJuie1N6g&si=BnYj383MkWhVCmZD
And it made me chew on my hand too hard for that one tooth, which has hardly any tooth left, and is mostly a post and a crown, and now I have a special fragile tooth that I have to baby permanently.
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