This time it was just the top row. I had more than the teeth in my mouth in there and I had issues spitting them into my hand. I was scared to take out my retainer(that i haven't had for years) because I only had two front teeth left. I was scared to close my mouth because all I'd feel is gums. I finally took it out and there was the enamal layer in my hand instead of my teeth. My grandmother had been hovering, worries and rustled up a mirror. My teeth had lines in them like a tree. They were a bit softer than normal. I closed my mouth and two teeth from the very back were gone.


I have a serious lack of control, evidently. But Mom got me P90X so I'm going to transform into a buff butterfly when this is done. Which means a diet, as well. Arg.