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The pain was almost constant- the doctor called it temporomandibular joint dysfunction.
Every time I speak, eat or chew , is a reminder of all the shit Sugimoto put me through.
Even something as simple as feeding myself was humiliating. My eyes scrunched up in pain, Asirpa asked me what the issue was once while eating , of all things chitatap.
Degrading, a reminder that I can’t even eat right.
What would it take for this pain to go away ? It’s nothing a surgeon can cut away.
The only solution is a vicarious exchange to someone else who didn’t deserve this situation.