Neither is urgent, but I figured that I should finally start getting these minor issues taken care of before I begin working full-time; bye-bye, undergrad vacation schedule. I saw two periodontists and one dermatologist in the past two weeks. Without going into my entire medical history, I have a couple of concerning moles, and a tooth around which my gums are crazy high up thanks to six years of orthodontia and several oral surgeries.
My boyfriend and I were driving in the car after going out for some Thai food, and I was staring out the window. Spotted. I don’t usually do this; I talk, sing, and dance in cars. When he asked what’s wrong, I said “nothing” because that’s what you always say when your boyfriend asks you what’s wrong and something is wrong. I felt silly; it was just gums and moles, and they are not much different than they have been the past few years. “Angry? Tired? Sad?” he gently pressed. I knew he’d never stop so I squeaked out the pathetic truth. Continue Reading