If one could count the number of dumb things IÂ’ve done in my rather short lifetime, you would need a small army of mathematicians to keep track of all the stupidity. Top of the list would be first time I put a dip in.
After 13 years of countless tins of Kodiak, IÂ’m done.
I had my last dip on September 11th and actually just found this place while searching for some online help.
I think I am finally breaking out of the fog and my stomach seems to be stabilizing (no more sharp shooting pains).
Now my mouth is a mess with tiny white dots on both side of my cheeks but IÂ’m off to my dentistÂ’s office tomorrow for a checkup. Hopefully this is nothing more than my mouth healing itself, but all I can do is look forward and not dwell on the past.