If you have a weak stomach or you’re eating, or whatever similar, you really shouldn’t read this post.
Since Tuesday afternoon I have felt as if something crawled into my mouth, got murdered and started rotting. It even smells that way. I have never been so disgusted with myself in my lifetime. Ever.
This is beyond revolting. I wasn’t warned of the icky taste in my mouth that would occur after a tooth extraction. I warned of the pain, but not of the smell or taste of the “blood and fluids” oozing out of my gums where the tooth used to be. It’s so disgusting. I totally warned you.
The worst part is that I find teeth disgusting altogether. When Mary or Chris would show me their loose or lost teeth, I’d back away and tell them no. It grosses me out as much as those people who get freaked out by feet are grossed out when in contact with another person’s foot. And I can’t brush my teeth properly, so I’m using q-tips and toothpaste and salted warm water for mouth rinse. It’s not the same, and it’s so gross and smells gross. I so gag every time I rinse my mouth with the salty warm water because 1) the salty water tastes like metal and 2) my tongue cannot handle the horrendous taste of roadkill. I mean, I assume that’s what the taste is.
And mints. don’t. work. Tic-Tacs, peppermints, etc. aren’t working! “Brushing” my teeth provides some relief, but this effect of the tooth extraction is more than your average everyday halitosis. Although it was just a decayed tooth that was murdered in my mouth and then the gums and bone that was “cleaned”, the “cleaned” section smells the absolute furthest away from CLEAN.
It’s in my food and what I drink and in my dreams and in my saliva and in my spit and just everywhere. It’s like a sore on my skin that’s healing, but it’s in my mouth and way too close to my tongue.
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