Its been *checks phone* 7 months, 2 days since T-Day.

My dentures still aren't always comfortable.

I don't know enough of the discourse around the implications of Essence and how cyberware has a somehow "demeaning" or "diminishing" effect to an individuals existence or experience. (they fixed the ones that are gender related so that's not a thing anymore, tho yes it /was/ in the past, noted), but I have to acknowledge that I can kind of... empathize... sometimes with that viewpoint. The modularity of my mouth has yet to become routine.

I don't like that I haven't gotten used to them yet. I don't know if I'll ever like them. They are still a _disruption_ to my routine rather than the _new_ routine they need to be because denture life is my life for the current indefinity.

And they hurt. They just.. They just hurt. The process of fixodenting eats up so much of my morning. i have to balance getting just enough so i have a good enough hold to EAT throughout the day, but not so much that the hold will degrade evenly by the end of day so that I can remove them without pain, or feeling like I'm leaving the residue behind on my tissues. Or taking chunks out of my tissues. Still can't figure out which feels worse.

maybe global warming will take me out before zinc cancer does.

At least they look nice. I haven't wanted to _look_ at my own smile for years.