the blog of a disabled mother who likes to game, and "get in the pit"
There isn’t a whole lot that I can say on the matter right now aside from the fact that this very clearly has to do with the second stalking situation I’ve been in, and I look forward to being able to update this with more information about the matter than I am currently able to give now. I am also continuing to save up to move!
I’ve managed to get a lot of meaningful things done in a short period of time, so yay me! Well, I guess.
Not even one day after Jason had a crown put on one tooth, he… takes it out of his mouth.
He legitimately takes the crown out of his mouth like it’s no big deal handing it to me.
So he had to have an appointment made the following day to get this crown put back on, which he seems to be tolerating better now that I’ve had the chance to discuss it with him as well as the dental hygienist (am I getting her job title right?), who remembered him from the day before and was also the one gluing this crown back on for him. Going forward we may have to try and avoid crowning teeth, or putting crowns on teeth, unless there is absolutely no other way around that as a course of treatment. But I mean, y’all…