I've become obsessed with a tooth.
I'm a 44 year old man who has developed a fixation with touching one of my teeth (front right canine).
I have suffered with mental health issues from the age of 15. Since turning 30 my life has taken a very strange turn.
I became disabled from a freak football (soccer) injury after suffering a tribal plateau fracture type 5. Recovery from this was 6 months non weight bearing, after recovery I developed a lower back pain and after almost suffering going into septic shock I was diagnosed with a perianal abscess which had burst. After a few failed operations to help me live with a permanent abscess I opted to have a colostomy bag.
I lived with the bag for a year and wore it with pride. I met the love of my life shortly after having it fitted. After a year I was told I was able to have it reversed so I did and continue to be bag free except I have a few issues from time to time.
Sorry for the ramble but all of this info could help.
Anyways 2023 2 weeks into starting a new job I developed what I thought was a cold. After 2 weeks of not getting any better, not eating and my vision going I went to the doctor who advised me to go to the hospital. After 1 week of tests in QA hospital, I was rushed in the middle of the night to Southampton general and placed in quarantine as I had contracted TB Meningitis.
After 4 weeks in hospital and 1 year of treatment I was TB Meningitis free however I have developed memories issues and sight problems due to a tinnie tiny bit of brain damage.
We are getting close the end I promise.
At the tale end of 2024 my father decided to move back from France after helping his brother with a fishing lake (sadly my uncle passed away in 2023) and moved to a
lovely little flat just 5 minutes away.
I got to spend every day with him for the first time since I was 14 years old and he also got to spend everyday with his grandson of 5 years old. Now how could this lovely bit of the tale take a turn, oh let's see.......
1 day after my mother's birthday I called him to say I was on my way over to him. This was at 9:30 am, he didn't answer. This is normal his is mostly deaf. Arrived at 9:40 am got to his front door. Locked! Ok he has gone for a walk. Unlock front door, my son runs in first..... Gramps Gramps but no answer, he had passed away. 9 months after getting him back, I lost my dad and because he was logging his food to get on the wegovy weight loss programme I'm on, he logged his breakfast at 8:50am that morning. I had just missed him and I couldn't do anything to help. So I now suffer from PTSD.
Anyways I've developed this fucking obsession with my tooth. I can't stop playing with it and it's driving me mad.
Am I losing my mind or do I add another issue to my long list of issues.
Thank you for reading my moan.
Rob