meorae

I had just gotten used to the fucking chain in my fucking mouth and then the bracket has to break off. I hadn't even done anything that could have caused it to break, but it did anyways. I was taking notes in history, more of sortof vaguely paying attention when I felt the chain hit my teeth and was trying to figure out how it was able to do that when it wasn't long enough. I finally realized that the whole fucking bracket had fallen off. So I call my mom during lunch, thinking that it might be serious and that someone should know as soon as possible. My mom calls my orthodontist and they say for me to come in after school today. So I do and I wait for like fifteen minutes just to be told that he couldn't access the tooth to put on another bracket because my fucking gum healed overnight or something. So now I get to have surgery again on friday and I'm pissed off. I understand other times when I've broken a bracket while I'm eating something hard, but this happened in fucking history. So I get to go through the pain of surgery again because the fucking bracket felt the fucking need to remove itself from my tooth. I used fucking way too many times in this, but I'm fucking pissed off.