Rant

After 18 months of braces, bone grafts, implants, crowns, drilling, poking and enough dental appointments to qualify as a part-time job, I’m done. So when a new orthodontist assistant ignored my treatment plan and announced across the room that “this lady does not want to cooperate anymore,” my last nerve packed its bags. Apparently asking someone to read my dossier is now rebellion. Give me my teeth, remove the scaffolding and release me back into society. 🍋

A dying whale, endless bureaucracy, and the helpless rage of watching humans fail again. Sometimes doing nothing is the worst choice of all.