Yesterday I went in for another mouth checkup. My bite isn't where it is supposed to be. They rubber-banded my teeth shut in a new and shockingly painful way. The oral surgeon attached one down the front of my teeth, suspended from a hook I didn't even know was there. When I asked him what the hook was attached to he said, matter-of-factly, "bone." Ow. I want things to be back to normal, the way they were before all this happened. I want my old life back.