I think the Tooth Fairy hates me!!!

I remember when I was little and I lost a tooth I would get a dollar, sometimes two dollars when no one could remember if the other had left the dollar from the tooth fairy, and it was all bliss to lose a tooth, it came out, you made money and another one grew in.  When I was a junior I got hit in the mouth with a softball and it killed the tooth, I wonder if there could be legal action against the person who threw the softball for tooth murder. Needless to say no tooth fairy arrived to give me money for my tooth when it died, in fact it didn't even get a proper burial or flowers.  But it has cost me going on $2,000 and a WHOLE TON OF PAIN to fix it.  Today was one of the special days where I got to go see the Periodontist who gets to reach into her bag of tools and come up with some new way to torture me, today it was with something they call a punch, like they punched out my gum tissue like it was cookie dough with a cutter.  Last time it was getting drilled into my skull. Sadly the worse part of the whole experience is that it hurt so bad when they gave me the novocaine into the soft tissue above the gums that I actually burst into tears, how SAD IS THAT, I survived all of law school, am determined to survive this darn Bar thing and I just cried at the dentist at 25 years old.  If it wasn't for all the money I've sunk into it I think I might never go back.  Then as I was leaving, with a smile she says, now don't be alarmed if there is a little bit of metal showing alright, what she should have said is when you smile in the mirror it will look like a 2nd metal tooth is growing out of your gums on top of your first tooth (and this is the tooth next to my front tooth so it isn't exactly hidden) so really you should hibernate and study for the bar and not go anywhere until your next appointment in three weeks since you kinda look like an alien. Then at least maybe I could have replied with why couldn't it be pink? I suppose that is enough whining about the periodontist though secretly it may have maybe made me love the law a little more as I left because I wouldn't want to be a mouth torturer all day but now as I sit here I'm not sure which is worse sitting in that chair and letting her poke and prod me or studying for the bar?