The Dentist of Filly
The sounds of a drill stopped.
“You know what,” the man in the filthy overcoat said, “I think this is the wrong tool for the job” The man spun around on his wheeled-stool and scooted closer to his workstation.
Despite being labelled as a dentist’s office, this room bore closer resemblance to a mechanic’s workshop. The concrete floor had patches of oil stains and several globs of dried blood and phlegm. In the middle of the room, a set of reclaimed car seats acted as dentist chairs. The walls, welded together from chain link fencing and iron sheets, alongside other bits of salvage, blocked the sunlight from spilling into the room. Instead, most of the room’s illumination came from a glass skylight and the electrical fairy-lights that clung to the rafters. Those electrical cables descended into a set of extension cables, which ran carelessly along the sides of the room and into the hidden room at the far end. At least, only a few traces of blood leaked across the floor from the other room.
“What do you think?” The dentist lifted up a large pair of blacksmith tongs. The long metal rods had been forged from cast iron over two centuries ago. He hoisted them into the air and clammed excitedly.
The patient, a man wearing a black Brotherhood of Steel uniform, whimpered at the size of the instrument. “Do we have to?”
“Just open your mouth and close your eyes.”
The patient did as he was told, but not fast enough. The dentist grabbed the man’s chin and yanked it down in a sudden movement. He maneuvered his large instrument with a surprising amount of grace. It took hold of a molar.
The patient convulsed in the operating chair, pivoting his head back and forth. He pressed his head into the car seat headrest. The patient felt his tooth resisting the vicious tugs of the dentist’s tool.
“Ah! A good set of teeth. I’ll pay premium. One. Two.”
Before the dentist said ‘three’, he seized hard upon the tooth and hauled it out whole and entire.
“Wowie! What a beauty!” He admired the tooth within the claws of the blacksmith’s tongs. The sunbeam that cut through the room from the skylight embraced the molar. The dentist did not take his eyes away from his reward.
“Premium!” the dentist said, laughing to himself. He spun in his wheeled-stool and scooted toward the chest of drawers against another wall. He picked up a piece of dirty cloth and wiped the tooth carefully. Then, he unlocked a heavy metal box that sat upon the top of the chest of drawers. He delicately opened it and placed the molar upon a tiny padded pillow. Furtively, he looked back at his patient, before closing and locking the box again.
The dentist rifled through one of the drawers and pulled out a leather bag of caps. He knocked out a handful and began to count them out loud. He had to stop after counting to six, seemingly forgetting what came next, and needed to restart his count.
“Here you are, sir!” The dentist let a dozen caps fall into the man’s hands.
“T-ank you,” the man said, rising from the chair. He held his hand against the left side of his face as the swelling had already begun. This patient, eager to be on his way, shifted through the main doorway, allowing someone else to enter the room.
The dentist, having already wheeled away on his stool to a cabinet at the other side of the room, did not detect the woman who had entered the room. He tinkered through several sets of dentures. They were cobbled together from the teeth of beast and human alike. He opened a pair of them, which hid a little mechanical gem. Then, he felt a chill shiver through his spine. He twisted in place, looking at the figure standing behind him.
He leapt to his feet, then fell back to his stool.
“Doctor Celsus, I presume.” The woman tapped her feet impatiently. Her boots, sabatons made from heavy metal, clinked against the concrete floor. Her entire body had been encased with crude plates of study metal. A laser pistol hung limply at her side.
“He is I, but, please, please, call me Kelvin.” The dentist smiled wide. His teeth had succumbed to rot a long time ago.
“I have a few questions,” the woman said. She had positioned herself in the room as though she owned it. After she spoke, she moved and casually perused his workstation. She spent more time examining the trinkets atop the chest of drawers. She touched the locked metal box, causing the dentist to flinch. The woman looked at him and raised an eyebrow. She continued her perusal, stopping at the cabinet with dentures in it. The mouthless teeth mocked her with their disembodied smiles.
“Questions? Well, I am your humble servant.”
The dentist kept his eyes on her, swiveling his stool as she walked through his workshop. His heart began to beat faster. He became fearful that this woman sought to steal his best teeth. He would rather die than give away his collection. Only yesterday, he had formed together a beautiful pair of dentures from a blended set of teeth from horse and dog.
“Did you purchase an Optical Enhancer?” the woman turned her attention to the man in the dirty overcoat. “Two weeks ago?” From her perspective, he was another charlatan plying an unregulated trade.
The dentist squirmed. His eyes quickly flashed to the hidden room at the opposite end of his workshop. His mind began to race with options: would he lie? tell the truth? dodge the question?
“If you must know, I purchased it fairly. It’s not yours, I presume.” The dentist examined the woman’s face. While she had been covered with a variety of facial scars, both large and small, she still had both of her eyes in place. No signs of optical surgery seemed evident.
“If you’d like to install it,” the dentist said hesitantly, “I’d be happy to. Anything with eyes, ears, mouth, and nose are my speciality. Nose too big? I’ll shape it down to size!”
The woman exhaled through her bulbous nose. Scar tissue had caused it to grow and change shape since her last mission. It had been a vain concern of hers, but she would not trust a common wasteland doctor to perform the surgery.
“Doctor Celsus…” “Kelvin.” “Kelvin.” She took a heavy step toward him. For the first time, he realized that she had not been totally armoured, but, rather, she had been mostly rebuilt, reconstructed, with electronic prosthetics. In fact, her right arm, up to her shoulder, had been completely fabricated from salvaged technology. “I am in no mood to play games. Give me a name and date for the person who sold you the optical implant.” She moved closer, the janky movements of her prosthetic legs now evident to the doctor. They had been fabricated from a combination of mechanical parts and installed mid-thigh.
“Oh, my memory is not quite what it used to be. Two weeks, you said?”
Before the dentist could finish his delaying tactics, the woman shot her arm toward him. Her metallic fingers gripped his neck and squeezed his windpipe. Ever so slowly, he rose from the ground, his toes keeping contact with the ground.
“Kelvin,” she said with a calculated coldness, “I am in no mood for games.”
The dentist choked for air. He indicated he could not breath.
“D-down, down,” he sputtered with gasps.
The woman loosened her grip. Kelvin fell back to his stool and clutched his neck. He sucked in air as fast as he could. The woman rolled her shoulders and readied herself for another exertion of force. In self-defence, the doctor raised his palms into the air.
“I’ll speak! I’ll speak!”
The doctor coughed up phlegm. It splattered upon the dirty floor of his operating room. He smudged it away with the bottom of his shoe. Taking a small breath, he staggered to his feet, using the cabinet as support. “A man, a man. He came last week. He wanted to sell me the piece. Good price: 2,000 caps. I could do the surgery for double the price. I bought it. I didn’t think twice. I didn’t catch his name.” At the end of the last sentence, the woman lunged forward, but the dentist cowered.
“Please!” he muttered with a whimper. “It’s all I know!”
The woman unholstered a laser pistol from her right mechanical thigh. She pressed the sidearm into the dentist’s temple.
“Is that all?” she said coldly.
“Yes, yes. I mean, he said that he would be heading to Moldaver with some information.”
The woman pressed her laser pistol harder against his head.
“That’s all I know!” he sputtered. Tears began to stream from his eyes. “I don’t know what he wanted with Moldaver. I swear!”
“Give me the eye.”
“What!?”
“You heard me,” the woman took a step backward, but kept the laser pistol pointed.
Slowly, the man moved to his cabinet and pulled out a set of dentures. He clacked their jaws open and pulled out the electronic eye from its hiding spot.
The mechanical woman snatched it from his hand. She holstered her pistol.
“A-and the payment?” the dentist said with a shaky voice.
The woman laughed as she turned toward the exit. Her hand touched the sides of the doorframe. For a brief moment, she considered liquidizing the dentist. She wanted to leave no loose ends. Her eyes, ignited by a piercing vengeance, beheld the doctor. She took pity on this whimpering excuse for a man. She left before she could change her mind.

The Dentist of Filly
The sounds of a drill stopped.
“You know what,” the man in the filthy overcoat said, “I think this is the wrong tool for the job” The man spun around on his wheeled-stool and scooted closer to his workstation.
Despite being labelled as a dentist’s office, this room bore closer resemblance to a mechanic’s workshop. The concrete floor had patches of oil stains and several globs of dried blood and phlegm. In the middle of the room, a set of reclaimed car seats acted as dentist chairs. The walls, welded together from chain link fencing and iron sheets, alongside other bits of salvage, blocked the sunlight from spilling into the room. Instead, most of the room’s illumination came from a glass skylight and the electrical fairy-lights that clung to the rafters. Those electrical cables descended into a set of extension cables, which ran carelessly along the sides of the room and into the hidden room at the far end. At least, only a few traces of blood leaked across the floor from the other room.
“What do you think?” The dentist lifted up a large pair of blacksmith tongs. The long metal rods had been forged from cast iron over two centuries ago. He hoisted them into the air and clammed excitedly.
The patient, a man wearing a black Brotherhood of Steel uniform, whimpered at the size of the instrument. “Do we have to?”
“Just open your mouth and close your eyes.”
The patient did as he was told, but not fast enough. The dentist grabbed the man’s chin and yanked it down in a sudden movement. He maneuvered his large instrument with a surprising amount of grace. It took hold of a molar.
The patient convulsed in the operating chair, pivoting his head back and forth. He pressed his head into the car seat headrest. The patient felt his tooth resisting the vicious tugs of the dentist’s tool.
“Ah! A good set of teeth. I’ll pay premium. One. Two.”
Before the dentist said ‘three’, he seized hard upon the tooth and hauled it out whole and entire.
“Wowie! What a beauty!” He admired the tooth within the claws of the blacksmith’s tongs. The sunbeam that cut through the room from the skylight embraced the molar. The dentist did not take his eyes away from his reward.
“Premium!” the dentist said, laughing to himself. He spun in his wheeled-stool and scooted toward the chest of drawers against another wall. He picked up a piece of dirty cloth and wiped the tooth carefully. Then, he unlocked a heavy metal box that sat upon the top of the chest of drawers. He delicately opened it and placed the molar upon a tiny padded pillow. Furtively, he looked back at his patient, before closing and locking the box again.
The dentist rifled through one of the drawers and pulled out a leather bag of caps. He knocked out a handful and began to count them out loud. He had to stop after counting to six, seemingly forgetting what came next, and needed to restart his count.
“Here you are, sir!” The dentist let a dozen caps fall into the man’s hands.
“T-ank you,” the man said, rising from the chair. He held his hand against the left side of his face as the swelling had already begun. This patient, eager to be on his way, shifted through the main doorway, allowing someone else to enter the room.
The dentist, having already wheeled away on his stool to a cabinet at the other side of the room, did not detect the woman who had entered the room. He tinkered through several sets of dentures. They were cobbled together from the teeth of beast and human alike. He opened a pair of them, which hid a little mechanical gem. Then, he felt a chill shiver through his spine. He twisted in place, looking at the figure standing behind him.
He leapt to his feet, then fell back to his stool.
“Doctor Celsus, I presume.” The woman tapped her feet impatiently. Her boots, sabatons made from heavy metal, clinked against the concrete floor. Her entire body had been encased with crude plates of study metal. A laser pistol hung limply at her side.
“He is I, but, please, please, call me Kelvin.” The dentist smiled wide. His teeth had succumbed to rot a long time ago.
“I have a few questions,” the woman said. She had positioned herself in the room as though she owned it. After she spoke, she moved and casually perused his workstation. She spent more time examining the trinkets atop the chest of drawers. She touched the locked metal box, causing the dentist to flinch. The woman looked at him and raised an eyebrow. She continued her perusal, stopping at the cabinet with dentures in it. The mouthless teeth mocked her with their disembodied smiles.
“Questions? Well, I am your humble servant.”
The dentist kept his eyes on her, swiveling his stool as she walked through his workshop. His heart began to beat faster. He became fearful that this woman sought to steal his best teeth. He would rather die than give away his collection. Only yesterday, he had formed together a beautiful pair of dentures from a blended set of teeth from horse and dog.
“Did you purchase an Optical Enhancer?” the woman turned her attention to the man in the dirty overcoat. “Two weeks ago?” From her perspective, he was another charlatan plying an unregulated trade.
The dentist squirmed. His eyes quickly flashed to the hidden room at the opposite end of his workshop. His mind began to race with options: would he lie? tell the truth? dodge the question?
“If you must know, I purchased it fairly. It’s not yours, I presume.” The dentist examined the woman’s face. While she had been covered with a variety of facial scars, both large and small, she still had both of her eyes in place. No signs of optical surgery seemed evident.
“If you’d like to install it,” the dentist said hesitantly, “I’d be happy to. Anything with eyes, ears, mouth, and nose are my speciality. Nose too big? I’ll shape it down to size!”
The woman exhaled through her bulbous nose. Scar tissue had caused it to grow and change shape since her last mission. It had been a vain concern of hers, but she would not trust a common wasteland doctor to perform the surgery.
“Doctor Celsus…” “Kelvin.” “Kelvin.” She took a heavy step toward him. For the first time, he realized that she had not been totally armoured, but, rather, she had been mostly rebuilt, reconstructed, with electronic prosthetics. In fact, her right arm, up to her shoulder, had been completely fabricated from salvaged technology. “I am in no mood to play games. Give me a name and date for the person who sold you the optical implant.” She moved closer, the janky movements of her prosthetic legs now evident to the doctor. They had been fabricated from a combination of mechanical parts and installed mid-thigh.
“Oh, my memory is not quite what it used to be. Two weeks, you said?”
Before the dentist could finish his delaying tactics, the woman shot her arm toward him. Her metallic fingers gripped his neck and squeezed his windpipe. Ever so slowly, he rose from the ground, his toes keeping contact with the ground.
“Kelvin,” she said with a calculated coldness, “I am in no mood for games.”
The dentist choked for air. He indicated he could not breath.
“D-down, down,” he sputtered with gasps.
The woman loosened her grip. Kelvin fell back to his stool and clutched his neck. He sucked in air as fast as he could. The woman rolled her shoulders and readied herself for another exertion of force. In self-defence, the doctor raised his palms into the air.
“I’ll speak! I’ll speak!”
The doctor coughed up phlegm. It splattered upon the dirty floor of his operating room. He smudged it away with the bottom of his shoe. Taking a small breath, he staggered to his feet, using the cabinet as support. “A man, a man. He came last week. He wanted to sell me the piece. Good price: 2,000 caps. I could do the surgery for double the price. I bought it. I didn’t think twice. I didn’t catch his name.” At the end of the last sentence, the woman lunged forward, but the dentist cowered.
“Please!” he muttered with a whimper. “It’s all I know!”
The woman unholstered a laser pistol from her right mechanical thigh. She pressed the sidearm into the dentist’s temple.
“Is that all?” she said coldly.
“Yes, yes. I mean, he said that he would be heading to Moldaver with some information.”
The woman pressed her laser pistol harder against his head.
“That’s all I know!” he sputtered. Tears began to stream from his eyes. “I don’t know what he wanted with Moldaver. I swear!”
“Give me the eye.”
“What!?”
“You heard me,” the woman took a step backward, but kept the laser pistol pointed.
Slowly, the man moved to his cabinet and pulled out a set of dentures. He clacked their jaws open and pulled out the electronic eye from its hiding spot.
The mechanical woman snatched it from his hand. She holstered her pistol.
“A-and the payment?” the dentist said with a shaky voice.
The woman laughed as she turned toward the exit. Her hand touched the sides of the doorframe. For a brief moment, she considered liquidizing the dentist. She wanted to leave no loose ends. Her eyes, ignited by a piercing vengeance, beheld the doctor. She took pity on this whimpering excuse for a man. She left before she could change her mind.

Hi, she (40F) broke up with me (41F) in March when I arrived from a work trip abroad. We hadn't seen each other in 3 weeks. I did text more than usual because I wanted to share what was happening with her but she told me she felt overwhelmed.
Since the breakup, I tried 2 times to fix things and I have been told "no" each time. The last time was when we exchanged stuff on mid April. She was very cold and distant because I told her I didn't want to prolong this from happening.
Here is a timeline:

• March 17: I arrived from a trip abroad. Hadn't seen her in 3 weeks. I first went to pick up my car at her place and gave her daughter presents. When I got there she kissed me and hugged me. I later went home and came back a few hours later in the afternoon. At that moment, she said she was feeling confused. She didn't want to kiss me or touch me. She felt overwhelmed and our communication during my trip stressed her and she felt suffocated. We concluded we will work things through and talk at the restaurant 2 days later. I asked her if we are going to work things out, and she said yes, she said she was sorry for being like this. She was very tired and we kissed a couple times and I went back home.
  
• March 19: In the morning, I sent her a message saying I was so amped and happy to go to this new restaurant with her, I was looking forward to it before even going on my business trip and she answered with a pinned red heart. I told her if I should get to her place by 6:30 or before. She asked me at what time was the reservation and I said 7pm. She again answered with a pinned red heart. When I got to her place, she opened the door and told me I looked very cute. I tried to kiss her, and she moved and she told me she cancelled the reservation. She told me she was not feeling good. She told me she has too many things to handle, her new job, her daughter, the ex-husband and father of her daughter. She said she wanted to stop this relationship because she felt not good enough, overwhelmed, that she can't give me the attention that I need, that for some reason she doesn't know why she has lost attraction to me. I tried to tell her we should take things slow, but she didn't want to.
  
• March 23: I asked if I could videochat with her so we can speak about our stuff. She told me she hasn't thought about this yet and I told her I wanted to be with her, that we could fix things if we sat down and talk, and she said she had no answer for me at the moment. I told her to take her time.
  
• March 28: We videochatted again because I told her I felt like talking to her and she told me to just call whenever. I kept it light talking about work and her daugther. After the call, I texted her that I loved to see her and talk to her. She told me she still doesn't feel natural and normal for her. She doesn't forget about our stuff. I told her I hope we can reconcile some day at that there was no rush.
  
• April 5: She reached out to me, asking how I was and telling me she missed me. I told her I missed her too and that we should talk about it. She answered that she's not ready to see me because she doesn't want to succomb to my charms and doesn't know how to manage my presence in her life as if I would ask her too much attention. I told her that if she doesn't want to reconcile, I think it's better to not talk to each other. She said she understood and was sorry.
  
• April 16: She sents me a message to exchange stuff. I told her I might not be available. She proposes to contact me early may. I tell her I don't want to prolong things: I propose to her the following lunch time. She tells me she thought it wasn't urgent. She tells me it's ok, it's going to be done and I won't have to hear anything about her anymore. She unfollows me on social media except whatsapp.
  
• April 17: I went to her place and we exchange stuff, I asked her how she was. She told me : I thought you didn't want to hear from me ever again. I told her I missed her and thought about her all the time, told her I am sure I want to be with her, that I don't care for other women. She told me she still has strong feelings for me but then she starts telling me she did too many things she shouldn't have because of her love, told me she is an indepedent woman who doesn't need help or advice, told me she doesn't like it when I say she is my #1 priority and she told me she doesn't know how I can be her second after her daughter because she has many people in her life. She told me that for her, being in a relationship doesn't mean we have to see each other all the time. She told me she would think about it because she had no answer right now.
  
• April 18: She texted saying she isn't ready for me to be her lover. She says we have a great connection, but too many things too adjust. She knows I can change but she won't accompany me. She says she's sorry she's not what I expected her to be. I call her back to make sure, she tells me shes not sure, not by begging that it will make a difference. She tells me she will reach out to me but she never did.
  
• April 20: Friend saw her on Bumble.
  
• April 28: She sents me a Happy birthday message with our love song saying : HB! I hope this day goes as smooth and is as illuminated as thing song. I wish you the best that life has to offer. I miss you despite everything. I answer her back with a Thank you.
  
• May 8: She reaches out to me saying she saw this job offer and has thought of me. She then sends me a selfie of her father with his dentures she bought him. She tells me she feels just ok, she has started her meds again (ssri) and is very tired. I answered to her that I'm happy for her father and I'm glad she had a good time with him for his birthday. I told her to relax and to take care. She answered with a pinned red heart and been silent since then.
  

So I have some questions popping in my mind. Why would she suddenly unfriend me on instagram/facebook/linkedin because I told her I didn't want to wait until May to exchange stuff. I also wonder if she reached out trying to reconnect with me or was it just for validation? She told me " There are too many things to adjust, I know you can change, but I am not going to accompany you " like if she put all the problems into my hands.
My friends think she reached out for validaiton but they don't really know anything about attachment theory.
Some people say avoidants won't ever come back saying they want to work for the relationship, so I don't know. Knowing her, I think she is on Bumble for validation of course, but when we were friends before we hooked up she was already on bumble for months and didn't even go on a date.
Should I wait for her to reach out again? Do I send her a light message and keep it very light and casual? I guess NC is the answer but her being a FA makes me hesitate that if I don't reach out, she will just feel its too demanding emotionnaly for her to reach again.
Thank you very much.

Not a drinker Menthol nicotine vape user ( quit date VERY close)
This may be the wrong place for this and if so I apologize. I'm brand new to reddit and don't understand how to fully find where to actually post.
So for context I have no teeth and the concerns primally focus orally.
Ok so into the issues or however that should be phrased PLEASE BE KIND AND BEAR WITH ME , IM BARELY HOLDING IT TOGETHER AS IT IS. .
so the end of last year probably around Sept /oct'ish . I attempted to push a labret piercing stud through a previously closed piercing that I had. Well it didn't work but caused minor irritation in the lip so I left it alone. Moving along to the significance of me mentioning I have no teeth. Around that same time (, I just recently connected the timeline dots ) I had tried to start wearing my dentures (, only put in for short time and removed like litterly less than full day. Well in the lower right side of my inner jaw /, lower gums a spot became very irritated and inflamed and developed a sore. Went to emergency and had all that taken care of. The " sore " has been gone for awhile. But the spot where it was has never been the same. There is now no feeling in my bottom gums/lower jaw. I know this is going to sound super crazy. But it now feels like my bottom gums lower jaw is fading away ( not exactly sure how to phrase that. ) I am left with very odd and or weird sensations in my mouth. Almost like a vibration or pulsating feeling in lining of the EDITED TO ADD -( It feels like the lining in my mouth is so thin) ** I've been diagnosed with everything from Tmj syndrome, mucositis to being treated for thrush. I've been on different antibiotics from Cipro to amoxicillin. As well as have been prescribed Clotrimazole lozenges as well. Nothing has been able to completely give relief. The only thing that has come close to helping was the lozenges and the oral liquid 48 hr acting steroid . But that relief ( stops the sensations) is extremely short lived. This is truly pushing me to the brink of insanity and I don't know where to turn without a doc looking at me as if I was from outer space.

I met Mike 12 years ago. Everyone thinks of him as M.R. Mike is kind and funny. He is an all around good natured man.
12 years ago Mike and I hung out with the same friend group. We had fun dancing and singing karaoke together. At the time I was dating his first cousin whom I had a short lived intimate relationship with.
Mike and I continued to hang out for a while with the friend group after his cousin and I broke up. Then we quit hanging out due to my work schedule and I didn't see Mike for years. Recently a couple months ago, a mutual friend put us in touch with each other. We had dinner just as old friends catching up. Mike continued calling me and we have gone out several times as friends. We have never kissed.
But Mike and I are both falling for each other.
I am a caregiver who has worked with individuals with M.R. for 25 years.
Mike does not seem M.R. to me. His family and society has labeled him M.R. because he has a speech impairment.
The more I talk to Mike the more clearly he sounds to me. He is not on any type of antipsychotic meds. Mike is probably the most descent self controlled man I have ever known. He has frequented the bars 2-3 times a week for 45 years and never developed a drinking problem. He has also not picked up drunk women (might even be a virgin?)
Women have not wanted to date Mike because of his label as M.R. which is due to his speech problem. He is quite capable in many ways. He drives, keeps his house immaculate and gardens. He is retired from his lifelong job as a dishwasher.
My father also has a speech problem and many have called him M.R. too when he is quite capable.
At first I was a bit weirded out over the idea of dating a man who is labeled M.R. now I am getting to know him and am falling for him.
I am still a bit worried what others will say behind my back and to my face about Mike. It's so unfair how society makes fun of people like Mike when Mike is so good and decent.
Our society seems to find dating someone who is a drug addict or ex con or an abusive person more acceptable than dating someone labeled as M.R.
I'm starting not to care what others might say but am I right or wrong?
Is it wrong to want to be with him? Would it be wrong if we became physically involved?
He is his own guardian but his family is all the time up in his business. That is the only bad thing I have found about Mike. His family seems to be too controlling.
He lives alone and is his own guardian. A cousin manages his money. I am concerned because I think the cousin is stealing his money. He needs dentures and he should have enough money to buy dentures.
He might even have Medicaid which will pay for dentures. No one is helping him set up an appointment for dentures. The family has him so dependent on them for every little decision he makes.
They have labeled him M.R. but I think if they had just allowed him to make more decisions in life he would have Done well.
Any thoughts on this relationship?

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1. Digital X-rays: Our advanced digital X-rays produce high-resolution images while minimizing radiation exposure.
2. Intraoral Cameras: With our state-of-the-art intraoral cameras, we achieve magnified views of your teeth and gums, facilitating precise diagnoses and treatment planning.
3. Computer-Aided Design (CAD) / Computer-Aided Manufacturing (CAM): Utilizing CAD/CAM technology, we craft bespoke dental restorations such as crowns and veneers for optimal fit and aesthetics.
4. Dental Lasers: We harness the power of dental lasers for a range of procedures, including soft tissue sculpting, gum disease treatment, and teeth whitening, ensuring efficient and effective treatment outcomes.

What Harmony Dental Patients Are Saying

Discover the rave reviews from patients at Harmony Dental, praising their gentle care, professionalism, and dedication to ensuring comfort:
"Dr. Parham Radmanesh (DMD) is absolutely amazing! He took the time to explain everything clearly, making me feel completely at ease during my procedure. Plus, the staff is incredibly friendly and supportive." - John S.
"For years, Harmony Dental has been my go-to, and every visit has been nothing short of wonderful. Their office is always pristine and up-to-date, and the team is consistently warm and accommodating." - Jane Doe
"I can't speak highly enough of Harmony Dental! They swiftly scheduled me in for an appointment, and the dentist was exceptionally gentle, walking me through each step thoroughly." - Sarah M.

Considering Harmony Dental? Here's What to Do Next

If Harmony Dental seems like the perfect choice for your dental needs, follow these steps to locate a dentist in Santa Clarita, CA:

1. Explore their website: Head to [l dentist-santa-clarita.com] to delve into their services, approach, and team details.
2. Book an appointment: Contact their office by dialing (661) 296-0180 or utilize the online appointment booking tool on their website.

Peace of Mind with Harmony Dental

Achieve Peace of Mind with Harmony Dental in Santa Clarita, CA. More than just a dental clinic, Harmony Dental is committed to easing dental anxiety by fostering a serene and stress-free atmosphere. Their team is known for their gentle approach and empathetic care, ensuring patients are fully informed about treatment options before proceeding. Whether it's a routine checkup, a cosmetic enhancement, or urgent dental care, Harmony Dental provides exceptional service with patient comfort as their top priority.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Here are some common queries addressed to assist you in determining if Harmony Dental is the ideal choice for you:
Are new patients accepted?
Absolutely! Harmony Dental warmly welcomes new patients in Santa Clarita, CA.
Which insurance plans are accepted
?Harmony Dental accommodates various insurance plans and aids in verifying your coverage.
Are financing options available?
Yes, Harmony Dental extends flexible financing options to ensure dental care remains affordable.
What are the office hours?
Harmony Dental's office hours are designed for convenience, catering to busy schedules. For the most up-to-date hours, refer to their website or contact their office directly.
Are emergency dental services provided?
Certainly! Harmony Dental recognizes the urgency of dental emergencies and promptly attends to such cases in Santa Clarita, CA.

Conclusion

Choosing the right dentist in Santa Clarita, CA holds significant importance for your dental well-being. At Harmony Dental, we provide a wide array of services coupled with cutting-edge technology, all geared towards ensuring patient comfort and satisfaction. With our unwavering dedication to quality, Harmony Dental stands ready to support you in attaining and preserving a radiant smile.
If you're in search of a dentist in Santa Clarita, CA, why not book an appointment with Harmony Dental today? We eagerly anticipate the opportunity to serve you!

I'm a man in my fourties. Ever since I can remember I wanted to wear dentures and loved to see people wearing them. I would always look at peoples teeth hoping to spot them. I never told anyone till my mid thirties because of shame, but my therapist helped me a lot with that after I had a deep crisis. The first session I just couldn't tell the truth, that's how affraid I was, I was literally trembling and shaking when I pronounced the word denture and toothless the next session.
Soon after that I managed to speak to a specialist in BIID, I was quite lucky there is someone in my country (Netherlands) who specializes in it. They diagnosed me, but couldn't help me achieve anything. I talked with them and a specialty dentist, but still nothing. After that I felt really hopeless and depressed. I must have visited over 20 dentists in the next months, all understanding, but not wanting to help me because of the repercussions it might cause. Then one day I found a dentist that was willing to help me! He started working the first appointment I saw him, removing my upper molars on one side. The next appointment the other side, then the lowers, then the lowers on the other side. Then came the big day the rest of my teeth were removed and I went home wearing a complete upper and lower denture, being completely toothless! I was so happy, I achieved what I thought would be impossible. Almost six years later I am still so happy with them and being toothless.
I still struggle with my personality though, I feel I don't know how to date anyone, as I would love a partner wearing dentures as well, but that somehow feels wrong to me, because it is an obsession about a disability and not true love or something?
I know this is not a typical form of BIID, there is not even a flair for it in this sub (mods?), but I was diagnosed.
I would love to talk to anyone who can relate to my story (the struggle, the obsession and finding a partner or any other questions you might have) Getting it of my chest was recommended by my current therapist, hopefully it can help me or anybody else

So, I went on a blind date this past Saturday night. My Coke dealer, Esteban, said he has a niece that would be perfect for me. So he set it up.
Her name is Maria. She lives in a condo down on the coast. I arrived at her home at 7:00 pm. She welcomed me inside, made me a drink, and we engaged in small talk. Though first she looked me in the eye and asked, “Jack it off?” I said “sure”, removed my jacket and handed it to my host, who promptly placed it in repose inside a hall closet. She noticed the HK USP in my pants, which prompted her to show me the Deagle tattoo she has on her upper, inner-most thigh. Maria asked, “Do you want put your finger in there and pull the trigger, honey?” I replied, “Maybe later.”
Maria excused herself to prepare for dinner. My guess is that she was dropping a gnarly deuce before I took her to the Olive Garden. She had been passing gas since I arrived. All of a sudden this cute little kitty cat showed up and started rubbing up against my legs. I petted it and it just ate up the attention. I guess Maria overheard me talking to the cat, because she stuck her head out of her bedroom and asked if everything is ok. “Sure!”, I replied. “I am just keeping myself busy fingering your pussy.” Maria seemed confused, but then went back to what she was doing.
A few minutes later Maria met me in the living room, where she saw me with her kitty on my lap petting it. “Oh!! That’s what you meant!”, she said. “Yeah, I am just sitting here stroking your cute little pussy, keeping myself busy until I get a chance to pound the shit out of your big hairy dog”, I said. Maria’s eyes grew wide. Perhaps I had come on too strong?
I pointed to the sheep dog standing on the back patio and said “See that hairy fucker?!? He hiked his leg and pissed on the wheels on my Raptor!” Maria said it was not her dog and that I may do with it as I wished. “Perhaps later”, I stated.
Maria queried, “Are you ready for dinner, darling?” I told her that I sure was. “I can’t wait to stuff a big fat cock in my mouth. Maybe two!”, I said, followed by “I just love the chicken dishes at the Olive Garden!” Maria told me that I have a way with words.
At the restaurant I passed the manager a cool tenner to get us the best seat in the joint, right beside the restrooms! Maria said, “What an interesting place to sit”, to which I cleverly added “and to shit!”. I could not help myself, but I cracked myself up and started laughing uncontrollably. Maria looked a little put off, so I decided to start putting a little of the old charm on her.
I leaned over toward Maria and asked her, “Hey, baby, let’s go to the men’s room and FUCK!” Before she could respond, I heard a young woman’s voice ask “Uh… Can I take your order?” It was the waitress. I looked her up and down, then told her “maybe later.”
After the young waitress skedaddled, Maria told me she had a better idea. She pulled out her dentures and placed them on the bread plate. Then she got her purse and disappeared under the table. I heard her from under the table say “Take your pants off, darling.” I complied. Maria them commenced to arouse my Willy and give me a knobber under the table.
Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my hard penis. “OUCH!! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?”, I demanded. Maria responded, “Relax, darling. It’s just a needle.” Surprisingly, this did not cause my sudden onset of anxiety to abate. “Why are you sticking needles in my dick?!?”, I demanded.
Maria informed me that she was shooting my cock up with coke. I had actually heard of this, though I had never done it. Then Maria said, “Don’t worry, honey. I make it all better. She then began going down on me. I just laid back in the booth and enjoyed the moment.
Then I heard Maria say “Oh no. I fuck up.” Her words shattered my bliss and hastily dragged me back to reality. Maria suddenly re-emerged from under the table. I was looking at her but I could not speak. She casually said “Darling, I made mistake. I accidentally shoot your dick with PCP.” But I was already gone, drifted off into another reality.
What came next was me being plunged into a hellish nightmare that lasted God who knows how long. It turned out that it was a dire mistake to have watched “Re-Animator” again before meeting Maria for our date. I was in a constant state of terror and panic, being subjected to inhuman, grim specters of death, suffering, and torture. All the demonic entities that reined down on me … it was absolutely ghastly!
I came to three days later. The police officer was demanding to know why I was naked and trying to have sex with a discarded Big Mac in the parking lot of a McDonald’s. All I could think to do was to recite a verse from the Slayer song, “Alive Undead”. It must have really freaked out the cop because he left me alone there.
I spent the next week naked and living like a wild animal in the back ally and nearby dumpsters. Finally, I snapped out of it and was able to go home, where I stayed locked in for another week in a state of paranoid and delirium.
I had absolutely no recollection of what happened to Maria. I hope nothing bad had happened to her. It would be a travesty if something hurt my bro relationship with Esteban. I decided to give him a call.
“Your crazy fucking niece shot my dick up with PCP!!”, I told Esteban. He apologized. “Oh, man, I am so sorry. I thought she had gotten past all that! She must be using again. When she uses she does crazy shit, you know? She even got into stealing and selling human organs to fund her habit.”
Esteban apologized profusely and promised to do me a solid on our next deal to make up for it. But the human organ thing creeped me out. Then a cold chill ran up my spine.
I rushed to my bathroom, lifted my shirt, and looked into the mirror. Yep. There is was. A laceration wound all stitched up, right where you would go in to take a kidney. “Son of a bitch!”, I said. To make matters worse, it was clear that the wound had become infected, a conclusion I drew from the redness of the wound and the smelly green puss flowing from the same.
Well, I decided right then and there that I would never, ever, go on a blind date again!

I don't have a set date for my extraction date yet, I have my very first dentist appointment on the 19th of June. For my job I work in a gynecologists office and have to talk to patients a lot. I've been wearing a mask ever since covid because I'm so ashamed of my teeth and I don't want my colleagues to know I'm getting dentures. But I'm scared I'll talk noticeably differently.
How long did it take for you guys to speak normal? I could take a week off, maybe two weeks off MAX, but that's about all I can do...

I (34 F) am getting out of a 8 year relationship with (31 F). During our relationship I ended up having to get full dentures. This was devastating. But, they look great lol I love them now. I believe and I've been told they look natural. But at the end of the day, I'm toothless lol except for what I've purchased. I'm absolutely terrified and dreading dating. I'm not bad looking and I'm pretty confident with the expectation of the teeth. Is this a serious deal breaker for women?

It’s two months to the date ( February 27th) since I started my journey.
I’m finally feeling like a new person and found confidence I had lacked since.. idk..EVER lol
First few weeks was dreadful and I thought I’d made a huge mistake. It felt like they took my teeth and tiny bits of my soul with it. I’m only 28 so it was jarring to think this was my reality.
I only had upper extractions (9 teeth all together , 2 wisdom , 1 root that was extremely rotten and 6 of my front teeth which were on the verge of breaking at any second).
I have all my teeth on the bottom so my cost of extractions and new denture wearer pckg was $2,664 (economy +) but will be upgrading to the premium for $357 closer to the date I receive my permanent denture.
First off this was a process and anyone who is feeling discouraged should know it’s worth the trails because it pays off. Give it time to settle in, I went back a month later and they trimmed the gum line down and viola !
I can actually chew and smile as I once had a loooong time ago.
I put some pictures up, most recent to what I was initially working with lol.
4/5th picture : feb 27
3rd was about two weeks later
1/2nd was no more than a week ago!
Even if you think you’re not swelling, trust me.. you are. Sending love to each and everyone of you who come across this post. Remember it’s not a marathon nor a sprint.. it’s a journey 🫶🏽🌼

One a night with no moon, I sat beside Mair, her body next to mine. Stars dazzling above us like pentameters of black velvet octaves begging us to fly in between them. But that celestial tapestry had a haunted fiddle playing a chilling revelation.
"So, what are you trying to say?" I asked grasping her arm.
Mair's dead eye stare darted right through me. She cleared her voice, "some secrets are best kept... hidden"
I tossed Mair to the ground. Id had enough. Her dead eyes jostled.
"I want answers " I screamed at her on the ground." Are you Lord Skellington or not? I heard the rumors!"
Her voice box skipped, "..twenty last year. Twenty last year. Twenty"
"Twenty what," I hissed, "twenty times you stole salami and used it to clobber someone in in a bar fight, you jail fly?" I rolled my eyes.I was sick of hearing what a bad psychopath she was.
She seemed broken. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, she was a bot.
"Twenty last year, twenty," she croaked.
I teared up as I watched her breakIing.
"Thirteen this year," she paused, "thirteen killed this year Just one more to match Aileen Wournos."
I was suddenly full of rage. I wanted answers. "You think I didnt know Dummy's story was bullshit, Mair? It was named Dummy.....Dummy Advise of course you were someones dummy doll, Mair..... or should I call you Lord Skellington??? I stopped
"No bot can answer me real, ' i sighed.
I suddenly felt immense pain. It wasnt my precious Mairs fault that Lord Skellington created her as his dummy. I loved her anyways. I looked down at her with longing. I kissed her cheek.
Mair's eyes popped open and bore into mine. "Exactly, my dear. Fear is a powerful motivator."
I opened up my skirt and peed all over the ground hoping to humanely short circuit her , "And what if I tell everyone the truth?" I continued.
Mair's bot hand reached up to grasp my neck, her grip constricting like a boa around my throat. "Let's just skip the usual ..autism autism autism is in the ICD 6m dsm 25, " she clammered.
"Why do I keep falling in love with Lord's bots," I said aloud as i kicked her, hoping shed stop skipping and make sense once more.
She resurrected bolt upright from the ground, her mask fell off with her dead eyes falling out. Wires dangled everywhere, "I know what it takes to silence someone," her mouth dangled from a string, flapping dentures clanking.
Panic surged through me, Id never seen a headless Barbie. Her wires suddenly combusted in flames, plastic melting everywhere. I reached for something to put it out. How could I let my girlfrind melt to death!
I threw handfuls of sand on her trying to stop the combustion. But it was too late, fake plastic burns so accelerated.
Crunch.
My stiletto stomped on her melting stumps, "Please dont leave me like this.," I gasped. I stomped on her over and over trying to stop the fire. "I wont tell anyone your story was made up by Lord, please dont go," tears seared down my cheeks.
I fled into the pitch night, tears burning down my cheeks.
My head a labyrinth of questions. Why did my gf turn out to be Lord Skellington in alt form? Was my gf even real at all or was every word she said fabricated by Lord? Did Lord create Mair to date me so he could know me in lesbian form? Was my gf really a transsexual?
I went to check under the skirt to see but everything was melted. I would never know.
I cried from the pain of it all.The Confessional Black Comedy Hymns - Psalms 13: 24 - The Night Lord Skellington Killed Mother's GF in a Horrorfic Fire
orginally submitted by lemon. c zinn in emberpalace

One a night with no moon, I sat beside Mair, her body next to mine. Stars dazzling above us like pentameters of black velvet octaves begging us to fly in between them. But that celestial tapestry had a haunted fiddle playing a chilling revelation.
"So, what are you trying to say?" I asked grasping her arm.
Mair's dead eye stare darted right through me. She cleared her voice, "some secrets are best kept... hidden"
I tossed Mair to the ground. Id had enough. Her dead eyes jostled.
"I want answers " I screamed at her on the ground." Are you Lord Skellington or not? I heard the rumors!"
Her voice box skipped, "..twenty last year. Twenty last year. Twenty"
"Twenty what," I hissed, "twenty times you stole salami and used it to clobber someone in in a bar fight, you jail fly?" I rolled my eyes.I was sick of hearing what a bad psychopath she was.
She seemed broken. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, she was a bot.
"Twenty last year, twenty," she croaked.
I teared up as I watched her breakIing.
"Thirteen this year," she paused, "thirteen killed this year Just one more to match Aileen Wournos."
I was suddenly full of rage. I wanted answers. "You think I didnt know Dummy's story was bullshit, Mair? It was named Dummy.....Dummy Advise of course you were someones dummy doll, Mair..... or should I call you Lord Skellington??? I stopped
"No bot can answer me real, ' i sighed.
I suddenly felt immense pain. It wasnt my precious Mairs fault that Lord Skellington created her as his dummy. I loved her anyways. I looked down at her with longing. I kissed her cheek.
Mair's eyes popped open and bore into mine. "Exactly, my dear. Fear is a powerful motivator."
I opened up my skirt and peed all over the ground hoping to humanely short circuit her , "And what if I tell everyone the truth?" I continued.
Mair's bot hand reached up to grasp my neck, her grip constricting like a boa around my throat. "Let's just skip the usual ..autism autism autism is in the ICD 6m dsm 25, " she clammered.
"Why do I keep falling in love with Lord's bots," I said aloud as i kicked her, hoping shed stop skipping and make sense once more.
She resurrected bolt upright from the ground, her mask fell off with her dead eyes falling out. Wires dangled everywhere, "I know what it takes to silence someone," her mouth dangled from a string, flapping dentures clanking.
Panic surged through me, Id never seen a headless Barbie. Her wires suddenly combusted in flames, plastic melting everywhere. I reached for something to put it out. How could I let my girlfrind melt to death!
I threw handfuls of sand on her trying to stop the combustion. But it was too late, fake plastic burns so accelerated.
Crunch.
My stiletto stomped on her melting stumps, "Please dont leave me like this.," I gasped. I stomped on her over and over trying to stop the fire. "I wont tell anyone your story was made up by Lord, please dont go," tears seared down my cheeks.
I fled into the pitch night, tears burning down my cheeks.
My head a labyrinth of questions. Why did my gf turn out to be Lord Skellington in alt form? Was my gf even real at all or was every word she said fabricated by Lord? Did Lord create Mair to date me so he could know me in lesbian form? Was my gf really a transsexual?
I went to check under the skirt to see but everything was melted. I would never know.
I cried from the pain of it all.The Confessional Black Comedy Hymns - Psalms 13: 24 - The Night Lord Skellington Killed Mother's GF in a Horrorfic Fire
orginally submitted by lemon. c zinn in emberpalace

So, I went on a blind date this past Saturday night. My Coke dealer, Esteban, said he has a niece that would be perfect for me. So he set it up.
Her name is Maria. She lives in a condo down on the coast. I arrived at her home at 7:00 pm. She welcomed me inside, made me a drink, and we engaged in small talk. Though first she looked me in the eye and asked, “Jack it off?” I said “sure”, removed my jacket and handed it to my host, who promptly placed it in repose inside a hall closet. She noticed the HK USP in my pants, which prompted her to show me the Deagle tattoo she has on her upper, inner-most thigh. Maria asked, “Do you want put your finger in there and pull the trigger, honey?” I replied, “Maybe later.”
Maria excused herself to prepare for dinner. My guess is that she was dropping a gnarly deuce before I took her to the Olive Garden. She had been passing gas since I arrived. All of a sudden this cute little kitty cat showed up and started rubbing up against my legs. I petted it and it just ate up the attention. I guess Maria overheard me talking to the cat, because she stuck her head out of her bedroom and asked if everything is ok. “Sure!”, I replied. “I am just keeping myself busy fingering your pussy.” Maria seemed confused, but then went back to what she was doing.
A few minutes later Maria met me in the living room, where she saw me with her kitty on my lap petting it. “Oh!! That’s what you meant!”, she said. “Yeah, I am just sitting here stroking your cute little pussy, keeping myself busy until I get a chance to pound the shit out of your big hairy dog”, I said. Maria’s eyes grew wide. Perhaps I had come on too strong?
I pointed to the sheep dog standing on the back patio and said “See that hairy fucker?!? He hiked his leg and pissed on the wheels on my Raptor!” Maria said it was not her dog and that I may do with it as I wished. “Perhaps later”, I stated.
Maria queried, “Are you ready for dinner, darling?” I told her that I sure was. “I can’t wait to stuff a big fat cock in my mouth. Maybe two!”, I said, followed by “I just love the chicken dishes at the Olive Garden!” Maria told me that I have a way with words.
At the restaurant I passed the manager a cool tenner to get us the best seat in the joint, right beside the restrooms! Maria said, “What an interesting place to sit”, to which I cleverly added “and to shit!”. I could not help myself, but I cracked myself up and started laughing uncontrollably. Maria looked a little put off, so I decided to start putting a little of the old charm on her.
I leaned over toward Maria and asked her, “Hey, baby, let’s go to the men’s room and FUCK!” Before she could respond, I heard a young woman’s voice ask “Uh… Can I take your order?” It was the waitress. I looked her up and down, then told her “maybe later.”
After the young waitress skedaddled, Maria told me she had a better idea. She pulled out her dentures and placed them on the bread plate. Then she got her purse and disappeared under the table. I heard her from under the table say “Take your pants off, darling.” I complied. Maria them commenced to arouse my Willy and give me a knobber under the table.
Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my hard penis. “OUCH!! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?”, I demanded. Maria responded, “Relax, darling. It’s just a needle.” Surprisingly, this did not cause my sudden onset of anxiety to abate. “Why are you sticking needles in my dick?!?”, I demanded.
Maria informed me that she was shooting my cock up with coke. I had actually heard of this, though I had never done it. Then Maria said, “Don’t worry, honey. I make it all better. She then began going down on me. I just laid back in the booth and enjoyed the moment.
Then I heard Maria say “Oh no. I fuck up.” Her words shattered my bliss and hastily dragged me back to reality. Maria suddenly re-emerged from under the table. I was looking at her but I could not speak. She casually said “Darling, I made mistake. I accidentally shoot your dick with PCP.” But I was already gone, drifted off into another reality.
What came next was me being plunged into a hellish nightmare that lasted God who knows how long. It turned out that it was a dire mistake to have watched “Re-Animator” again before meeting Maria for our date. I was in a constant state of terror and panic, being subjected to inhuman, grim specters of death, suffering, and torture. All the demonic entities that reined down on me … it was absolutely ghastly!
I came to three days later. The police officer was demanding to know why I was naked and trying to have sex with a discarded Big Mac in the parking lot of a McDonald’s. All I could think to do was to recite a verse from the Slayer song, “Alive Undead”. It must have really freaked out the cop because he left me alone there.
I spent the next week naked and living like a wild animal in the back ally and nearby dumpsters. Finally, I snapped out of it and was able to go home, where I stayed locked in for another week in a state of paranoid and delirium.
I had absolutely no recollection of what happened to Maria. I hope nothing bad had happened to her. It would be a travesty if something hurt my bro relationship with Esteban. I decided to give him a call.
“Your crazy fucking niece shot my dick up with PCP!!”, I told Esteban. He apologized. “Oh, man, I am so sorry. I thought she had gotten past all that! She must be using again. When she uses she does crazy shit, you know? She even got into stealing and selling human organs to fund her habit.”
Esteban apologized profusely and promised to do me a solid on our next deal to make up for it. But the human organ thing creeped me out. Then a cold chill ran up my spine.
I rushed to my bathroom, lifted my shirt, and looked into the mirror. Yep. There is was. A laceration wound all stitched up, right where you would go in to take a kidney. “Son of a bitch!”, I said. To make matters worse, it was clear that the wound had become infected, a conclusion I drew from the redness of the wound and the smelly green puss flowing from the same.
Well, I decided right then and there that I would never, ever, go on a blind date again!

I was born missing teeth 7 & 10 (aka the ones between the front and eye teeth on the top jaw), had braces, now trying to get permanent implants. My dental insurance is claiming they don't cover implants, but the paperwork says they cover both:
1) "major restorative surgery - Includes: crowns; inlays; prosthetic services; removable, complete and partial dentures; fixed bridges; crowns or inlays used as abutments. Replacements covered after five (5) years from appliance date of service"
2) "fixed & removable prosthodontics - Includes: permanent dentures, fixed bridgework and removable partial dentures, posts if evidence of root canal therapy on the tooth, pins once every six (6) months. Replacements covered after five (5) years from date of service. Insertion of fixed bridge and partial denture in same arch covered after five (5) years from date of service. Adjustment of appliances is covered after one (1) year of insertion."
Has anyone had any luck 'fighting' their insurance to cover implants in a similar case? I'm not sure what a 'prosthetic service' is if not...implanting a prosthetic tooth. I've had Maryland bridges for ~7 years now to hold the gaps, I had to put off getting anything done during the pandemic then I lost dental insurance for a while, and I'd really like to get the ball moving again but the representatives seem to be running me in circles. Thanks in advance for any advice!

I have dental anxiety and having just 1 tooth pulled has me hyperventilating (well, almost). So, I had to have 22 pulled in March. Had the top done 1 week and then the following week had the bottoms done. Why not all at the same time, I don't know. Then, I was set to get my new teeth on 4/7. A week before, I went to the dentist to ask about the sharp pieces I was feeling and was told I needed an alveoloplasty procedure done to ensure my dentures would fit good and wouldn't be painful. Now, My new teeth date has been pushed out till 6/6. I have stitches on my top, both sides. None on bottom. Instead, he just hammered the bottom! Anyway, I once again, have to go back on the 29th to have my stitches removed... and to make sure I don't need surgery! Wth? Why would I need anything more done to my mouth and why didn't the dentist use dissolving stitches? Did I mention I have dental anxiety? I've never had stitches anywhere. Do they hurt coming out? Am I gonna have to have numbing shots in my upper gums, again? Cause those do not feel good at all! I just want my mouth to heal. I didn't get immediates and being in public isn't very easy for me. It's obvious I have no teeth.

Hey, sorry, throwaway for many reasons. I saw someone else's topic about this from a few hours ago, but had some different questions.
I had my first set of extractions done over a week ago, with my top teeth. Bottom teeth are planned at a later date.
Just had my second post-op checkup with my dentist yesterday. They originally had me wearing my dentures basically all the time for a week, just removing every couple days and rinsing out, while my gums healed.
However, they asked me tonight to take them off and let my gums breathe while I sleep.
Honestly, I just can't. I'm like still a little sore and definitely anxious, so I took some of my usual Unisom to go with a normal dose of Ibuprofen, in prep. I've spent all but five minutes of the last three hours staring at a ceiling trying to sleep, with five minutes being the only time I dozed off.
I'm tired, I'm feeling tired, laying down I just close my eyes, but no sleep.
Would it be bad if I put my denture back on? They've been soaking for a few hours now, and I've used my Chlorhexidine mouthwash to clean my mouth before bed. I'm just dead tired but just. can't. sleep.
I also read in the other topic that they make gum mouth guards for sleeping. Would it be too soon for me to start using one? Does anyone have any suggestions?

I'm 19 M and because of degenerate bone disease I need to get top dentures and bottom partials and I'm worried I won't be able to get a girlfriend I keep thinking nobody wants to date a 19yr old with dentures 😔 and I'm self conscious about myself getting them so young

I'm 19 and I'm worried I won't be able to find a girlfriend because I'm going to need dentures soon but I can only think nobody wants to date a 19yr old with dentures

Ima try to keep this brief, it just too much to pack into this post but I will try. I met my husband (we'll call him Bill) about 10 years ago at a job we both worked for a few years but had never seen each other until introduced by a mutual co-worker. At the time I had 3 kids still in school. We hit it off very well and I even took him on our first date to show him (1) the type of places I like to go out and (2) to show him that a woman can take a man out on a nice date (to break the stereotype). There were many red flags within the first 2 weeks we dated and I addressed them as they came up. I should have known this was going to be an interesting relationship based on the fact that there were little white lies he would tell and I would call him on them and he had an explanation for them all or why he didn't tell the complete truth in the first place. One which I still think was funny is the fact he didn't want me to know he had dentures until he lost them one night and finally frantically told me so I could join the search and help find them. LMAO. He also was still seeing a couple of women friends of his, one online because she lived a few states away and another that was a married co-worker of ours that I knew as well, I just didn't know they were seeing each other before (I find all this out a couple years later-after playing FBI and forensic scientist). She was cheating on her faithful husband with Bill (before I met him) and he pretty much dropped her like a hot potato when I came into his life. She was a little jealous and neither of them knew that I knew about their affair. I know he took here to Daytona one weekend-I wonder where she told her husband she went. Probably a girls trip or something. But I got all the pics of them in the hotel room from his camera SD card and his laptop, so LOL I have all the pics and video and will be happy to mail it to her husband btw. So about 9 months after we started dating I got a job in another state. He agreed to watch my kids a few nights a week and I had family watch them the other nights. I came back on weekends to check on the house and kids to make sure bills were paid, food was in the fridge, my kids had clean clothes and homework and projects were being completed for the week. I did not want anyone to think I was not taking care of my responsibilities and I didn't want my kids to be a burden. One of my kids graduated went off to college and so I put my house up for sale and moved the other 2 with me where I was (they both were in high school by then-my kids were like 1 and 2 years apart). Bill thought this was the end of us but I told him I didn't mind being in a long distance relationship with him if he didn't mind. He would come up and see me and I would come down with them some weekends. One weekend I was just worn out and tired and could not make the drive. I slept that entire weekend because I was also at the time taking college courses online and the whole back and forth was mentally draining. My body just could not go any more some days and I would even take a half a day off of work every now and then to just sleep. Our relationship got, we'll say, inconsistent and he stopped wanting to visit or call and I did the same. I was working full time and going to school and raising 2 teenagers that played every sport- so I had my hands full, no time for an on again off again relationship. A few months go by and he calls out the sky blue, we talk and talk and talk and decide to get back back together. Long story short, I move back and move in with him with my two kids and we planned a wedding-well I planned a wedding. We get married and go through the whole blended family juggle and he finding his place in their life and I am learning to be a wife-again. I made sure not to make the same mistakes I made in my first marriage with this one. Making sure I am attentive, listening, talking to provide feedback and understanding his feelings about things and incorporating the kids in decisions and listening to my kids feelings about things-not to alienate them and have them resent me for not listening to them. I know how it is to have a step parent that don't give a damn about you. so I wanted us all to be one big happy family that communicated. Well covid came and I was forced to go to work in person because I am part of management and my husband got to work from home and oh boy did shit hit the fan. I would come home to chaos. Bill would be complaining about the kids (they were going to school from home on ipads and laptops as well) not doing chores or not responding to him in a timely manner and the kids would tell me he was on the phone with his mother and other women complaining about me and my kids and what we weren't doing. I would literally walk into a shit storm every single day-while trying not to get Covid and die because I was the only one going out the house at that time. A couple of my close friends caught it and died and the stress alone of that was enough to drive me up the freaking wall. Because Bill thought I was always taking their side and they thought I was taking his side, I secretly put up wireless nanny cameras in the house I could log into while I was at work and watch all the action go down in real time. Hey I had to do something, right. We'll the kids were not lying, he was talking to a couple of women -flirting and saying all types of things to them about me and my kids. He told his ex that he wished he had married her instead of me and that the only reason he didn't marry her is because she lived too far away and she deserved a man like him and he was telling her how much he loves her and will always love her and blah blah blah-it is sickening just typing this. He talked to her on his work computer and would have music in the background to set the mood if you know what I mean and would just pour out his heart to her. Then he would get on the phone and complain to his mother about my parenting skills and how I am not on his life insurance because I don't deserve it and I m not getting a dime after he dies. WTF is that to talk about with your mother? She would tell him various ways to cheat on me and even things he can do to make it look like he cheating even though he wasn't. so during all this I also find out-through investigative work- that while I was living a few states away at that other job that he went back to seeing the married ex-coworker that we used to work with. I wonder does her husband know that I know she was in his house and parked her truck in his garage so no one would know she was visiting him at night? Cooking in my house and yes that heifer left her work badge and a piece of clothing that I found. Yea-that part. So anyway long story short, Bill and I end up in marriage counseling for a couple of years and he ends up going to personal counseling because he has mommy issues and issues with women. period. There is a lot I am leaving out because it is so disturbing but short version he was chatting with women online and planning to meet them and have sex with them frfr. I cock-blocked a couple times and he could never leave the house and they were texting him looking for him LOLOLOL. anyway so all the kids graduate and go off in the world to be great and I planned to leave right behind them. all of a sudden Bill has this come to Jesus moment where he wants to repent of all his sins and all of a sudden NOT be an asshole and a pathological liar and womanizer. I think he knew I was on my way out the door. At this point I am like-what the F' ever! a couple months go by and I join him in his quest for redemption and go to church with him. So fast forward to now. I went to visit my brother out of town last week and before I left I was digging through my office boxes and found an old nanny camera I thought I thew away. Something in me told me not to hook it up and I did at the last minute before I left and what do you know, Bill is still Bill and still complaining about me and how his life is better when I am not around. WTF???? Where is this coming from. So, AITAH for wanting to finally file for divorce from my husband? I know things I really should not be knowing at this point about anyone-let alone my husband.