So a few years ago, I was riding incredibly fast on my bicycle, and had to make a sharp turn. When I made that turn, I fell off and chipped a tooth. Would that count as breaking a bone?

Hi ya'll! Pedi NP here--had a little one with two tooth-like structures (which on my first time meeting them at DOL 12) were covered by gingival tissue, in the anterior mandibular region. Older sister (18mo F) had protruded natal teeth, requiring removal. Placed referral to pedi dentistry at that visit and suggested that parents make an apt ASAP given risk of aspiration. Saw infant again today (DOL 32) and two tooth-like structures significantly diminished in size--certainly still palpable, but not as marked. Family has not yet made apt with dentist, but I'm now perplexed. would love thoughts!!!

Mine chipped both his front teeth shortly before he turned one when he caught his fall with his teeth 🫠 the dentist swears it’s really common but I feel like my lil guy is the only grey toothed jagged smiled boy on the playground. He looks adorable no matter what but tell me I’m not the only one with a hockey player baby please 😂

Hello. I’m in my 30s and never took care of my teeth, which I regret. My molars have all rotted away(with chunks of the teeth still imbedded in my gums) and I probably need a few root canals. My front and bottom teeth that aren’t molars are in okay shape, albeit yellow and red/possibly receded gums.
I never ever smile and it’s making me extremely depressed because I feel like I can never be myself because I will avoid laughing and smiling and it’s made me very antisocial my whole life.
I have saved up some money and I would like to get “cosmetic bonding” to my top 6 front teeth to fill in the chipping/gaps from cavities over the years, but I’m afraid a density will turn me down until my teeth have had all necessary medical work done. Is that a thing?
I know I need to get the other stuff taken care of, but I am scared and don’t know where to start. I haven’t been to a dentist in over 20 years. How long would fixing my entire teeth take? Would it be a long process that takes years? Because I don’t want to wait years to get medical work done before I can take care of my teeth domestically to make myself feel confident.
Can anyone help me or guide me on what I should do?
I also have a loose baby canine tooth(at least I think it’s a baby, it’s small and I don’t remember ever losing it) if I have to get that pulled will I have to wait before getting a dental implant there until they see if a new one grows in or not? Or can they take an x ray and see if there’s an adult tooth up there?
Sorry my message is extremely Rambley im feeling very manic right now and full of anxiety because im at a breaking point im so exhausted from not being able to smile or take pictures with my own children I feel like a failure

Hello. I’m in my 30s and never took care of my teeth, which I regret. My molars have all rotted away(with chunks of the teeth still imbedded in my gums) and I probably need a few root canals. My front and bottom teeth that aren’t molars are in okay shape, albeit yellow and red/possibly receded gums.
I never ever smile and it’s making me extremely depressed because I feel like I can never be myself because I will avoid laughing and smiling and it’s made me very antisocial my whole life.
I have saved up some money and I would like to get “cosmetic bonding” to my top 6 front teeth to fill in the chipping/gaps from cavities over the years, but I’m afraid a density will turn me down until my teeth have had all necessary medical work done. Is that a thing?
I know I need to get the other stuff taken care of, but I am scared and don’t know where to start. I haven’t been to a dentist in over 20 years. How long would fixing my entire teeth take? Would it be a long process that takes years? Because I don’t want to wait years to get medical work done before I can take care of my teeth domestically to make myself feel confident.
Can anyone help me or guide me on what I should do?
I also have a loose baby canine tooth(at least I think it’s a baby, it’s small and I don’t remember ever losing it) if I have to get that pulled will I have to wait before getting a dental implant there until they see if a new one grows in or not? Or can they take an x ray and see if there’s an adult tooth up there?
Sorry my message is extremely Rambley im feeling very manic right now and full of anxiety because im at a breaking point im so exhausted from not being able to smile or take pictures with my own children I feel like a failure

Hello. I’m in my 30s and never took care of my teeth, which I regret. My molars have all rotted away(with chunks of the teeth still imbedded in my gums) and I probably need a few root canals. My front and bottom teeth that aren’t molars are in okay shape, albeit yellow and red/possibly receded gums.
I never ever smile and it’s making me extremely depressed because I feel like I can never be myself because I will avoid laughing and smiling and it’s made me very antisocial my whole life.
I have saved up some money and I would like to get “cosmetic bonding” to my top 6 front teeth to fill in the chipping/gaps from cavities over the years, but I’m afraid a density will turn me down until my teeth have had all necessary medical work done. Is that a thing?
I know I need to get the other stuff taken care of, but I am scared and don’t know where to start. I haven’t been to a dentist in over 20 years. How long would fixing my entire teeth take? Would it be a long process that takes years? Because I don’t want to wait years to get medical work done before I can take care of my teeth domestically to make myself feel confident.
Can anyone help me or guide me on what I should do?
I also have a loose baby canine tooth(at least I think it’s a baby, it’s small and I don’t remember ever losing it) if I have to get that pulled will I have to wait before getting a dental implant there until they see if a new one grows in or not? Or can they take an x ray and see if there’s an adult tooth up there?
Sorry my message is extremely Rambley im feeling very manic right now and full of anxiety because im at a breaking point im so exhausted from not being able to smile or take pictures with my own children I feel like a failure

Sorry if I didn't use the right flair. This happened yesterday morning in Kentucky. It was a little after 6am and I was walking around before work. I stopped at a crosswalk and I had the go ahead to cross. There was a car in the left turn lane without its turn signal on and I waited for a few seconds to see if they were going to turn. When it didn't look like they were, I figured that they were either just sitting in the turning lane while they were doing something or they were waiting for me to cross. A few steps in they still hadn't moved and I, stupidly, glanced down at my phone to switch songs. The next thing I know, my face is being slammed into the pavement. It all happened so fast, but she had to have turned right as I looked down.
At first she tried to blame me like I had not been paying attention and walked out in front of her, but when I screamed at her that I was crossing before she turned and she had plenty of time to see me, she admitted that she did.
Honestly my only concern is getting my medical bills paid for and my tooth that got chipped in the process fixed. But because when the police showed up, all I remember saying was "I glanced down at my phone for a second" and "I was a quarter of the way across when she turned", I'm afraid that it's going to be deemed entirely my fault and I'm going to be on my own.
Everyone keeps telling me to sue, but if I'm being completely honest I don't want to go through all of that trouble just to be told that it was my fault. Yes, looking at my phone while crossing the street was stupid. But I was crossing well before she turned, I was actually almost clear when she hit me. My left hip was the only thing that the car made any contact with and most of my injuries were from being slammed into the ground.
But before I can even consider suing, I have no idea where to even start. I know that I need to get the police report and the hospital records, but aside from that I'm at a complete loss. I've literally never been in any type of legal situation before.

Causes of Sudden Tooth Sensitivity:

1. Brushing Too Hard:
   • Explanation: Aggressive brushing or using a hard-bristled toothbrush can wear down enamel and expose dentin, leading to sensitivity. It can also cause gum recession.
2. Gum Recession:
   • Explanation: Some individuals are genetically predisposed to thin gum tissue, while others experience gum recession due to periodontal disease, exposing the roots and increasing sensitivity.
3. Gum Disease:
   • Explanation: Inflamed and sore gum tissue from periodontal disease can lead to sensitivity by exposing the root surfaces, which are directly linked to the tooth's nerve.
4. Cracked Teeth:
   • Explanation: Chipped or broken teeth can become infected with bacteria from plaque, causing inflammation and sensitivity.
5. Teeth Grinding (Bruxism):
   • Explanation: Grinding or clenching teeth can wear down enamel, exposing the underlying dentin and increasing sensitivity.
6. Teeth Whitening Products:
   • Explanation: Whitening products can cause sensitivity. It’s important to consult a dentist for suitable options if you have sensitive teeth.
7. Age:
   • Explanation: Tooth sensitivity tends to peak between the ages of 25 and 30.
8. Plaque Buildup:
   • Explanation: Plaque accumulation on root surfaces can cause sensitivity.
9. Mouthwash Use:
   • Explanation: Over-the-counter mouthwashes containing acids can worsen sensitivity if dentin is exposed. Consult a dentist for neutral fluoride solutions.
10. Acidic Foods:
    • Explanation: Regular consumption of acidic foods like citrus fruits, tomatoes, pickles, and tea can erode enamel, leading to sensitivity.
11. Recent Dental Procedures:
    • Explanation: Procedures like fillings, cleanings, and restorations can cause temporary sensitivity, usually resolving within four to six weeks.

Does a Sensitive Tooth Mean Infection?

• Explanation: Not necessarily. Tooth sensitivity can be due to erosion or gum recession. However, it can also indicate a cracked or infected tooth. Infection-related pain can range from dull and achy to sharp and throbbing. Persistent severe sensitivity warrants a dentist consultation.

Care and Treatment:

Can Sensitive Tooth Pain Go Away?

• Explanation: Yes, particularly if caused by recent dental procedures. Persistent sensitivity might indicate worn enamel or exposed roots, requiring dental treatment.

How to Stop Sensitive Teeth Pain:

1. Use Desensitizing Toothpaste:
   • Explanation: Regular use of toothpaste designed for sensitive teeth can reduce discomfort. Applying a thin layer to exposed roots before bed can help. Ensure it contains fluoride.
2. Maintain Good Oral Hygiene:
   • Explanation: Proper brushing and flossing techniques are crucial to clean all parts of your teeth and mouth thoroughly.
3. Use a Soft-Bristled Toothbrush:
   • Explanation: This reduces abrasion and gum irritation.
4. Watch What You Eat:
   • Explanation: Limit consumption of highly acidic foods to prevent enamel erosion and dentin exposure.
5. Use Fluoridated Dental Products:
   • Explanation: Daily use of a fluoridated mouth rinse can reduce sensitivity. Consult your dentist for suitable products.
6. Avoid Teeth Grinding:
   • Explanation: Use a mouth guard at night if you grind or clench your teeth.
7. See Your Dentist Regularly:
   • Explanation: Routine exams, cleanings, and fluoride treatments are essential.

Dental Procedures for Reducing Sensitivity:

• Dental Bonding: Covers exposed root surfaces.
• Fluoride Varnishes: Applied to exposed root surfaces.
• Dentin Sealers: Applied to exposed root surfaces.

Summary:

Understanding the causes and treatments of tooth sensitivity helps in managing and reducing discomfort effectively. Regular dental visits and good oral hygiene are key to preventing and addressing this common issue.

apologies for the length. TL;DR: I broke a molar last night while brushing teeth, didn't notice pain till the next time I ate after that (24hr's later; tonight) . Should I rinse with baking soda, peroxide and salt? should I not brush my teeth tonight?
A piece of my molar chipped off while brushing my teeth last night. This tooth was already messed up for a while (couple years or more). I'm not sure exactly which one it was. I've had bad teeth for the last decade or so (due to drugs etc).
Anyways, I know I need to see a dentist but I don't know what I should do now. Should I rinse with peroxide and baking soda? I normally rinse with baking soda semi-regularly to help attenuate acidity and whenever I've had an infection in the past I'd rinse with peroxide. Luckily I haven't had an infection in a few years and I don't want another emergency like that. I know I need to see a dentist ASAP but the main thing is that I don't let this get infected right?
I didn't notice any pain last night and haven't had any pain for a very long time. I don't think I've had pain from this particular molar ever but it has felt very weird for a long time (physically, jagged, if I run my tongue on it) almost like it's been cracked... I think it might be where I had a filling at some point (which would probably have been 6 years ago give or take).
I didn't eat all day (I don't eat much) but tonight when I was eating popcorn I started getting a very weird pain that made me stop... It definitely feels like pressure up into my ear and is mostly dull.. I don't think it feels like the infections I've had in the past but it could be the beginning of one.
should I rinse out with peroxide?
I'm honestly just very scared of having pain like I've had in the past again. I'm going to try to find a dentist tomorrow to look at it.
I've had tooth problems for the last 15 years or so (poor living etc).

I first started noticing that something was wrong around 3 months ago. At the time, I was working from home and would usually light a scented candle while I worked, which usually helped me relax and stay focused on my work. I would usually burn through a candle a week, but over time, the candles started to take less time to fully burn up. At first, I thought that this was because of a change in ingredients the company that made the candles used, but the problem persisted after I switched candle brands, which I once again blamed on the candle manufacturers.
I kept this belief for another week until the first incident. While getting up from my computer desk, which faces away from the candle, to take a quick bathroom break, I caught a glimpse of the lit candle. A two-inch layer of molten wax rested on another three-inch layer of solid wax, the wicks rising out at first and being somewhat visible through the molten layer, finally breaking the surface and being slowly burned away. The flames flickered as I swung the door open and walked out of the room. When I returned 10 minutes later, the molten layer was gone, and the wicks had been shortened so that the flames rested right above the solid layer of the wax. At first, I thought that the glass jar that contained the candle was leaking, but after a short inspection, I was only able to find two small drops of candle wax that had solidified right next to the candle on the bedside table. I still had 2 hours of work left to do, but I was too lost in thought and was unable to do any work for the rest of the day.
Every night before I go to sleep, I like to read for at least 30 minutes, and while reading, I usually light a candle. Around 4 days later, I had mostly forgotten about the incident and went back to using candles. Due to my naivety, it returned.
I fell asleep while reading with a candle lit on my bedside table. I woke up to loud slurping noises. As I opened my eyes, the brightness of the light I had not turned off almost blinded me. As my eyes tried to readjust to the light and focus on what was in front of me, I saw a somewhat humanoid dark gray to light blue blur that contrasted with the white paint on the walls behind it. Another gray line stretched from the shape's head to the candle on my bedside table. I could feel my heart skip five consecutive beats. I opened my mouth and tried to force out a scream for help, but the pressure I applied to my throat was way beyond what it was able to handle, leading me to only produce a light wheezing sound. I tried to sit up or to at least prop myself up, but my muscles failed me. Trying to push myself up with my arms felt impossible. As I stared at the figure that had suddenly appeared in my room, my eyes finally managed to focus, making it possible for me to see the intruder who was now staring at me. The figure was a man at least 7 feet tall, fully naked; he looked bloated; his eyes were bloodshot and looked like they would pop out of their sockets; at any point, his skin was a grayish light blue.
HIS LIPS
His lips extended from his mouth like an elephant's trunk, which had been split in half. The lips extended from the man's face to the candle; the flames had been put out. He was using his lips as a makeshift straw, slowly sucking up all the molten wax from the candle, which had fully liquified while I was asleep. I laid in bed, unable to move, unable to scream for help, staring until he emptied the jar. His lips retracted back to his face, the molten wax solidifying on their tips and cracking, flakes of wax falling off the man's lips and falling to the floor. The man grinned, staring at me. The ridges and gaps between the teeth were filled in with wax, making it impossible to make out where one tooth ended and the next one began. The man opened the door he was standing next to, but instead of walking out of the room, he stepped behind it. His face peered at me from above the door, and then once again, like he had done to drink the wax, the man puckered his lips, which stretched from his mouth and floated to me. I shook and tried to roll over away from him. I wanted to get up and run, but my fear had taken over my body. Tears flowed from my eyes. He kissed me on the cheek, leaving flakes of wax and light moisture. He retracted his lips and lowered his head behind the door.
I don't remember falling asleep, but when I woke up, I saw the empty glass jar, which at one point contained the candle. Even though I had hoped that what had happened was a dream, it wasn't. I still had flakes of wax on my cheek, and on my bedroom floor, the wax in the jar had disappeared. I called the police, but they were unable to find anyone in my apartment; they also could not find any evidence of a break-in.
After the break-in, I started looking for a new apartment to move to, thinking that the man was tied to the building I was in, but even though I had thrown out all of my candles, I could not stomach spending another hour in my apartment, constantly looking over my shoulder or walking around with my back pressed up against the wall to not allow it to creep up on me. Thankfully, my friend Emma was able to let me stay over at her apartment while I looked for a new one for myself.
Me and Emma have been friends since we were 8, and we've been there to support each other when times get rough. This isn’t the first time I've had to stay over at her house for an extended amount of time; in fact, I have had to stay over at Emma’s as many times as she has had to stay over at my apartment, whether it was because of evictions after losing a job, breakups, or a candle wax drinking squatter. I didn't even know if it was human. I mean, sure, it looked like one, but human lips are not supposed to do what his did, and somehow it didn't have a reaction to molten wax being poured down its esophagus. I didn't tell Emma about what happened—the details at least—I just told her that a man had broken into my house and was watching me sleep. The only people I told the truth to were my therapist and the cops, and all of them disregarded what I told them as my mind making things up after a traumatic event.
For a while, I believed what they said—I mean, why wouldn’t I?—but then I started seeing him again. For a few days, I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me again like it had done during the night of the incident. For split seconds out of the corner of my eye, I would see the outline of a tall, bloated figure. At first, they were hours apart, but after a while, it became constant. He was standing in each room I passed, in every single dark corner I glanced past, and then he spoke.
“FeeD MeEeee”
It stood in the kitchen, peering over from a small gap between the fridge and the sink, where the trash can that had been knocked over onto its side usually stood. His voice was raspy, and every word that came out of his mouth was distorted as if he were gargling water, but still, I could somehow clearly make out each word he said from over 15 feet away.
“Please just leave me alone I… why are you following me?”
I shouted at the figure, the same fear that had taken over my body during the night I saw him for the first time paralyzing me, making it impossible for me to move anything other than my eyes, eyelids, and mouth.
“i’M sTarviNg, I nEEd You To FeEd ME”
It replied again. Now, stepping out from behind the fridge, he stepped directly onto a rotten banana. Its mushy brown content’s seeping out of the peel under the pressure of his decomposing foot, which was covered in scabs, and took up the same grayish light blue color as the rest of his body. He mostly looked the same; his bloodshot eyes bulged from their sockets, but now his tongue was swollen. It peeked out from between his bloated, cracked gray lips; it stared at me, waiting for an answer.
“Ok, I’ll.. I’ll feed you, but please just... leave me alone.”
I replied, the tone of my voice shifting into high-pitched squeals with every quick breath I took. He looked satisfied by my response. He somehow squeezed his bloated body back into the gap that was at least four times smaller than him. After peering over at me from above the fridge, he bent over backwards, his spine releasing a series of sickening cracks until he was fully obscured by the fridge, and then he vanished.
Still barely in control of my body, I limped over to the couch tucked away in the back corner of the living room, it took me at least 10 minutes to steady my breathing and 20 more to fully regain control of my body again but as soon as I did I ran out the house and to the nearest store, during the 15-minute walk he stared at me through dark windows and the backs of cars, peered out at me from gaps between leaves in the trees and bushes, he even followed me into the store staring at me from the middle of deserted isles before disappearing right before my eyes were able to fully catch him, once I finally got the candles I randomly picked four off of the shelves and rushed to the self checkout.
When I arrived home, I had 2 hours before Emma got off work. I didn't want to feed it while she was home, and I didn't want her to see it. I pulled out two of the candles from the black plastic bag and placed them on the kitchen table, the first a light blue candle named “Garden Rain” and the second a red candle named “Juicy Watermelon." I pulled out a lighter from one of the drawers Emma used after her stove stopped lighting on its own and lit each of the 6 wicks on the candles. As soon as I started seeing the wax melt under the heat of the burning wicks, I dropped the lighter onto the table next to the candles and ran out of the room. I could not stomach seeing that thing again; even just thinking about it made me shudder and hyperventilate. The paralyzing fear that seeing him caused me made me want to vomit.
At least 30 minutes later I started to hear it drink even though the living room and kitchen were separated by a wall, even though I had closed the door I could still hear what at first started as slurping sounds which were followed up by loud gulps, then it stopped, and once again 30 minutes later it started drinking, as the slurping started once again I heard the door to the apartment crack open, it was Emma, as she stepped through the door I saw her carrying two large brown paper bags of groceries in her hands, she was headed to the kitchen.
“Hey let me grab those for you”
I said running over to her, my voice shaking.
“Oh, thanks. Are you… okay, you look scared?”
My eyes shot wide open in a mixture of fear and surprise. I said the first thing that came to mind.
“Yeah just umm… I didn't expect you to come home so early and I got a bit spooked”
“shit sorry, I know I should have called you, work let me off early today,”
I started to turn away from her walking to the kitchen.
Trying to keep her away from the kitchen I told her to wait for me in the living room because I wanted to talk to her about something. I didn't know what I would talk to her about but that was a problem for future me to resolve, somehow it worked.
“What's that sound?”
She called out to me while walking towards the living room couch. It took me a few seconds to come up with an excuse.
“I think it’s the sink, or the pipes at least”
I opened the door to the kitchen with my eyes closed at first hesitant to look knowing what would be greeting me. slowly prying my eyes open I started to see its outline, my muscles started to lose strength as the details of the man came into my view, I felt the grocery bags start to slip from my arms, my knees buckled, face first I fell onto the kitchen floor scattering the groceries all over the floor, I mixture of a light scream and a yelp escaped from my mouth as my body made contact with the floor, Emma concerned for my safety ran into the kitchen, she didn't scream, using all of the strength and mobility I had left in my muscles I rolled over expecting to see her face drenched in terror, her body frozen still unable to move just like my body had done the first time that I saw him, but Emma looked concerned, the man was gone, she crouched down beside me.
“Oh my god are you ok? What happened?”
I looked around observing my surroundings.
“I um… I… I tripped on the little thing at the bottom of the doorframe”
I finally managed to blurt out another excuse, not being able to remember what the name of a door sill was. I started to sit up using a part of the energy that had returned to my body, pain pulsed through my chest and arms, Emma looked at me with a concerned face.
“You've been acting really weird since I got home, are you sure you're ok?”
“Yeah… I think I’m just having one of those days you know”
The confusion on Emma’s face said that she didn’t know and to be honest I didn't either, I guess my luck of pulling random excuses out of my ass ran out, Emma thought that she triggered some sort of PTSD response after barging into the house unannounced at first apologizing then trying to change the subject to stop my trembling which I was still unsuccessfully trying to hide from her.
“Did you buy candles?”
Emma asked picking the groceries apart from the garbage that spilled out the can that the man had knocked over, placing them on the table next to the now half-empty glass jars, the flames flickered above the inch or so of molten wax the man was unable to finish drinking.
“Yeah I’ve been struggling with work lately, they usually help me focus”
“Huh Interesting combination you’ve got going on here”
She looked at me and smiled slightly, I smiled back and chuckled to seem normal.
“Yeah even I don't know what I was trying to accomplish here, to be honest”
I tried to help Emma clean up the spilled groceries but she did not let me, she told me that I needed to recover like I had been in a car crash instead of having taken a little tumble. After a few seconds of silence, Emma spoke again.
“Anyway, what did you want to talk to me about earlier?”
A quick jolt of stress shot through my body, in a jumbled mess of lies and fear I had forgotten what I had told Emma, I sat there in silence for a few seconds unable to come up with an excuse
“I…umm… I don’t remember, it wasn't anything serious though”
“Damn did you hit your head too?”
She said once again proudly smiling at her joke.
At this point Emma picked up the last bag of potato chips from the floor and placed it on the table, then she opened the fridge and started loading the groceries into it.
“Anyway I gotta go get back to work’’
I blurted out after a few more seconds of awkward silence.
“Alright well good luck”
I walked over into the living room and sat down in front of my workstation, which now consisted of a laptop sitting on a small foldable TV tray that had just barely enough room left on it to fit a small USB mouse.
The last thing I remember, before I fell asleep, was me mindlessly scrolling through apartment listings while Emma watched a random 90’s horror movie I’m positive only had a budget of $500.
I woke up with a light stinging pain shooting through my dry throat, and a dim hissing sound caused by thousands of water drops striking the ground outside filled the room. I pressed the spacebar on my laptop, the brightness of the screen blinding me temporarily, after taking a few seconds to let my eyes readjust I managed to make out the time, 3:45 AM. A strong smell I was unable to make out the origin of assaulted my nostrils. Lavender.
The smell hitting my nose had the same effect on me that I would expect smelling salts would have on a weightlifter right before they set a world record. Before I knew it my legs were moving on their own at an almost uncontrollable pace, fighting back against my mind which was telling them to slow down after years of being used to navigating both mine and Emma’s apartment as steadily as possible to not bother the neighbors.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity I stood before Emma’s bedroom door, a faint, yellow, pulsating light radiated from a lamp and snuck out of a small gap between the door and the doorframe, reluctantly I pushed my left hand up against the door, my right hand grasping onto the door frame for a sense of stability, once the door was fully agape I scanned the inside of the room my heart skipping a beat for every humanoid shadow cast up onto the wall by the lights from the wicks which were set ablaze and were being slowly burnt away.
I walked into Emma’s room and made my way over to her bedside table to put out the candle, as I stepped closer towards her, her face became more defined, I could finally make out her features, she was awake, but no she could not have been, even though her eyes were wide open they never blinked, she didn't even move slightly, as I moved closer I finally managed to fully make out the expression of pure terror on her face, her mouth wide agape as if she was about to release a deafening screach, but she could not have, a single drop of solidified wax dribbled out of the corner of her mouth and clung to her cheek, my eyes traced the cream colored path back towards her mouth, first up her cheek then between the corner of her mouth and finally behind her teeth, there instead of her tongue or the roof of her mouth I saw a wall of wax which had filled in the entirety of her mouth.
I fell to my knees and hunched forward supporting my body weight with my arms, I was too late, I resisted the urge to vomit and got back up onto my feet, a mixture of tears and snot slid down my face and onto my lips, shaking now I slowly started limping over towards my phone which I had left on the couch next to where I had awoken just minutes before, just minutes before my life was destroyed because of my lies if I had just told Emma what I had gone through, if I had just told her what had happened on the night of the incident which now seemed trivial, even if she thought that I was crazy, I know that she would have complied just to make me feel comfortable.
It took me at least 30 seconds of repeated attempts to stabilize my hands enough to properly dial 911. “Someone broke into my apartment and hurt my friend” was the only reasonable explanation I could come up with that would not get the operator to hang up on me thinking that this was a prank call.
I sat there in the living room for an agonizing 10 minutes, crying, my sadness slowly transformed into anger towards myself, and my mind raced thinking of all the lies I’d told, I kept thinking that if I had just told her the truth she would not have been laying there in her bed, her body bloated, “every single orifice has signs of forced penetration and has been filled with what seems to be candle wax” is what was written on her autopsy report.
For a few days I was the main suspect in Emma’s murder, but due to the almost unstoppable crying and the unresponsive state that I was in when the police arrived, mixed with the lack of evidence of me having a way to produce 30 pounds of candle wax led to me being released out of police custody, but because I was the main suspect I was not told any details about what had fully happened to Emma, for days all I had to work off of was the image of her face frozen in terror, and a short glance I caught of her bloated body as she was being carted out on a stretcher.
I recounted every single word of our last conversations over and over again until they became permanently etched into my brain.
Emma’s parents originally wanted to cremate her, as that is what she had somewhat jokingly asked for whenever the topic of funerals came up, well she had joked about wanting to have had unpopped popcorn shoved down her throat before she was sent off to “scare the shit out of the guy cremating me” but due to all the wax which would have been impossible to get out of her body they were forced to bury her.
A few days before Emma’s funeral her body disappeared.
After Emma’s death, her parents took me into their home, after reading the autopsy reports and seeing her corpse they had thrown out every single candle they owned which made their home the safest choice I had, still, this did not stop me from buying a machete and keeping it under my bed, just in case.
I was laying on the bed in their guest bedroom The day that the police informed Emma’s parents about her disappearance, the bedroom is right above the front porch of the house, at first I heard them ring the doorbell which was followed up by 3 powerful knocks on the door, for about a minute I laid there on the bed listening to muffled voices exchanging distorted words I was barely able to make out which slowly transformed into distorted weeps, curious I lifted myself up from the bed, made my way over to the window and carefully lifted the bottom panel making Shure to not make too much noise, the distorted muffled sounds started forming into coherent words “We checked the security footage but the only strange thing we could see was a 5 second time jump” one of the officers spoke in a serious and almost monotone voice “which meant that the security guard who was the only person in the building had to climb down 2 flights of stairs walk through a 40 foot long hallway and then drag her body back up stairs and out of the building in 5 seconds” Emma’s mom let out yelp “ but don’t worry ma'am that’s actually good news because we know that her corpse is still somewhere within the building and was probably brought to the wrong floor by an intern, we’ve already warned all of the staff at the hospital to keep an eye out, and we also sent 5 officers to search the hospital”
I could not believe what I was hearing, my breathing quickened, but this time instead of fear I felt anger, that fucker stole her corpse and was probably in the weird separate plane of existence he always went back to after terrorizing me, cutting off chunks of her body, melting her, and drinking her.
I closed the window Emma’s mom's cries once again turned into a muffled rumble which was only possible to make out if you knew what to look for, I took a few steps back away from the window planning to lay back down, not wanting to bother Emma’s parents. I bumped into something, not something, someone, its fleshy towering form as solid as a wall sent me tumbling forward, I knew it was him, he had returned to take me too, to stretch his swollen cracked lips, push them down my esophagus, fill my lungs and stomach with wax. But despite all of that this time I was not scared, I was angry, and I was not going to stand there in terror like I had the last time I saw him.
I fell forward onto my knees my face missing the window sill just by mere inches, I put my hands onto the floor, lifted one of my knees, and rotated 180 degrees now facing the monster, to the right of him pushed up against the wall was the bed, light from the sun reflected off of the metallic button which kept my machete in it’s sheathe, the man started to stretch his lips, they were moving towards me, waving a wiggling through the air like a snake slithering towards me.
I dove towards the bed one of my feet pushing off of the floor and the other pushing against the wall which creaked under the pressure applied to it, I flew for a few moments before slamming down onto the carpet and sliding forward, the heat generated by my skin brushing against the carpet released a sharp stinging pain throughout my body, my outstretched arm landed just a few inches short of the machete, I quickly bent my arms, pushing my body up and crawled towards the machete. my fingers wrapped around the handle I spun around, my back pushed up against the bedside table, once again facing the man, he was still facing the window but his lips faced me and were just a few feet away from me, for what felt like minutes but was most likely no longer than a second, I struggled to hook my finger under the strap securing the machete into its sheath, as the lips inched towards me the man started producing gurgling noises, he was regurgitation wax.
I finally pulled the machete out of its sheath, I swung the blade at the man's lips, the blade was not met with any resistance as it sliced through the man’s lips which landed on the carpeted floor with an audible thud, the man did not have a physical reaction to my counter-attack, his lips kept creeping towards me, once again I slashed at the lips, still no reaction, I repeated this at least 3 more times.
I wanted to kill him, I wanted to take revenge for what he had done to Emma, but fighting back was pointless. I realized that no matter how much I tried to hurt it, I could not kill him, I could not get rid of him.
My rage dissipated and a mixture of fear and sadness crept in, and soon took over my body, I screamed for help, I screamed in fear, in agony, tears streamed down my face as the man's lips finally reached my face, he wasn’t met with any resistance as his lips snuck between mine, pried my jaw open and finally started to slide down my esophagus.
I heard the cops run up the stairs, they started banging on the door asking if I was okay only to have been met with muffled screams, hot wax started to pour down inside of me, the stinging pain of the heat made me want to plunge the machete which I had dropped onto the ground next to me into my stomach to create a gaping wound that the wax would hopefully funnel out of, the texture of the man's slippery, oily lips matched with the poison like flavor of the wax caused me to start gagging, I felt my insides bulging like at any moment my intestines would have been filled to the point where they would pop, I wanted to vomit, the drain myself of the filth I was filled with, but his lips had plugged my throat not allowing anything to get out.
Hearing my muffled screams the cops started kicking the door down, the man retracted his lips, the suction aided my attempts at cleansing my insides, I got onto my hands and knees streams of molten wax pouring out of me, solidifying on the the carpet, with another loud thud the door swung open slamming into the wall, the man was gone.
That’s the last thing I remember before I passed out, but according to one of the doctors who was in the ambulance that brought me to the hospital, I was still semi-responsive during the first 10 minutes of the ride to the hospital.
Approximately 13.4 pounds of wax were removed from my body, the doctors said that I was in a critical condition and some of them did not expect me to make it.
One of the officers who was there the day the man attacked me took a report of what had happened to me, due to the unmistakable evidence of what had happened to both me and Emma, and the fact that this was the 3rd instance of me reporting something like this the police finally started investigating who this man might have been.
Around a month later I was discharged from the hospital and once again have been staying in the living room of Emma’s parent's house.
I’ve been seeing the man again, candles were not allowed in the hospital I stayed at, which means that he’s probably very hungry, he’s close to attacking me again, I know it, he wants to finish what he started and I don't know if I have the power to fight back, I’m not sure if defeating him is even possible, I’m tired.
I’ve been seeing Emma too, her bloated, reanimated corpse often appears to be standing next to the man. If I let him take me will I get to join them? I’ve tried asking but they don’t answer, they just stare, I can’t keep living in constant fear, always looking over my shoulder, I miss Emma.

Hello, I’m 23F and terrified of the dentist. I have been all my life. I typically don’t go unless i’m in pain. It’s been 2-3 years since I’ve gone to one. My last experience was having a panic attack in a waiting area while numbing for a root canal and the hygienist asking me “are we done now with this?” While seeming annoyed with me. I’m currently not in pain, but I have a bunch of cavities I can see, a chip in my one tooth due to a filling falling out and no insurance (had medicaid but make too much and work won’t give me full time hours for benefits). I’m trying to better myself and take better care of my teeth and was just trying to learn of better ways to take care of my oral health. As I have neglected it because of mental health. I cannot afford to pay out of pocket and just want to try and protect my teeth and such until I can go back. I’m trying to work on my fear as that also holds me back and having bad experiences in the past. Thank you for reading.

A friend chipped a tooth and doesn't have insurance.
Any recommendations for a competent, caring dentist who will work with patients that don't have insurance and charges reasonable rates?

I was traveling the posted speed limit of 65mph down a highway when a woman pulled in front of my car and we collided. I did my best to avoid fully t-boning her, but a collision still happened, totaling both of our cars. This happened out of state from where we live permanently.
The woman was parked on the shoulder of the opposing side of the highway, facing the wrong direction, at oncoming traffic. When she made a u-turn across the highway in attempt to cross onto a side street on my side of the road, she did not use her turn signal and clearly didn't look.
I swerved toward the shoulder but still clipped the front end of her vehicle going 65mph. This happened very quickly and I did not have time to slow down. The nose of her car hit the driver side of my vehicle and caused me to fishtail into the ditch, nearly missing a telephone pole, while her vehicle remained perpendicular to the highway. Airbags deployed on both vehicles. I have clear dashcam footage and scene photos of all of this.
Police, fire, and amublences responded. My newborn, wife, and mother-in-law were in my vehicle. Luckily, no one from either vehicle required hospital transport and a police report was filed. This happened in a no fault state so no citations were issued.
It has been 36 hours and my wife and myself are having neck and back pain, my mother-in-law has a chipped tooth, and my baby has a small bruise from her car seat belt strap. We are all of course very sore from the collision. My wife has prior neck/spine complications and now wants to make an appointment with her spine specialist. I have prior neck issues from a driver rear ending me while I was sitting at a stop light some years ago.
This shouldn't have happened and was by no fault of my own. Aside from the unnecessary pain we are in, we now have the stress of our vehicle being totaled, having to find a new one (when ours was in excellent condition and nearly paid off), realistically we are not going to find the same vehicle with the same year, miles, trim, options, and condition, forcing us to take on a payment for a likely newer, comparable vehicle. All while we are trying to manage the costs of birth and IVF, which it took us five years to finally get our little one.
The woman put our newborn in serious danger because of her negligence, and it may have been so much worse if I didn’t attempt to avoid her. I am furious about that. My wife and mother-in-law are traumatized from the whole experience. I am slightly traumatized too, as I found myself tensing up anytime I passed a car on the shoulder of the highway on our drive home.
The woman who caused this accident has negatively impacted our lives, causing us pain, stress, and likely financial burden, all because of her negligence. Can I sue?

I got a crown two months ago and I still can’t put hard pressure on it without it being sensitive. I can chew soft things like bread, but have to reserve things like granola bars for the other side of my mouth. But even chewing softer things I can’t chew too hard though or it’ll have the same effect.
The crown was for a crack and decay that was close to the nerve, the root was in “great condition” the dentist said before the procedure, and he said during the procedure he treated the area as a precaution since it was close (Im assuming that means used some kind of “disinfectant”? Maybe iodine I remember a gross tasting strong orange color stuff)
For A while Before I got the crown done, there was a hole in the filling that was there (not decay just a chip in the filling) and when he poked his “poker”(?) tool in there at cleanings and exams it was very sensitive but didn’t hurt, if that makes sense. Now, whenever I bite down I have that feeljng that I used to only get when the dentist poked that hole (although oddly that feeling is on the opposite side of the tooth now).
This was at a dentist that wasn’t my regular one, and both they and my regular dentist said the bite is great and the work was done well. Occasionally I get fed up with it and try to eat hard food on that side and that usually always backfires and leads to that sensitive feeling and when it’s irritated enough it leads to an ache that’ll last a day or so. If I don’t chew hard food on that side it rarely ever aches, and when it does it’s not horrible just light and annoying.
It’s just really annoying. I don’t want a root canal because I’m only 21 and want to keep my natural teeth as long as possible, I’d put up with this to keep my real teeth, but if possible id REALLY like it to go away. What could be done or do I just have to wait longer?
I’ve tried sensitive toothpaste and it helps the cold sensitivity but not the pressure one