I am the wearer of braces with dark green rubberbands. This post is for brace wearers especially but even if you haven't ever had pieces of car antennae plastered all over your teeth, feel free to read this and try to pick apart the lingo. For you brace wearing geeks out there, I salute you with heartiness and feeling and much affection. Well, knock out the heartiness part. My pain killer is wearing off.
That's right. On the 23rd (Tuesday) we spent the day in MB getting braces, dental work and little baggies of lovely stuff like flossers and tooth brushes and threaders and nifty little bracket cleaners that I LOVE!!! among other things. :-) It's actually going well, I must admit. The pain hasn't been horrible and it feels healthy brushing three times a day and flossing twice. I am really looking forward to getting them off, though. I keep envisioning my beautiful smile when I'm finished with the 18 months.
The worst thing about it is flossing. Eating takes 2nd place in the very bad category, yes, but flossing is definitely #1. The first time I tried to floss, I got tangled up with the farthest molar on the bottom left. The more I tried to (gingerly) work it off whatever it was tangled on, the more I wished I had three hands: two to work the floss and one to hold a flashlight. (You know how dark it is back there?!) I ended up getting some huge scissors and cutting the floss out of my mouth, which, by that time, was a mess of shredded white material that was slippery and gooey and didn't want to be gripped by anything.
But I won. ::high fives anyone else who has gone through similar degrading situations:: And today, I finally managed to finish my floshing without... wait a minute. That's flossing. Anyways... without saliva dripping off my elbows. Ok. Enough of the gross stuff.
Food is another challenge. I'm beginning to seriously wish that all foods dissolved or liquidated like crackers or stocks. Seriously. I've been subsisting on crackers, macaroni (gingerly), sugarless juice, yogurt, water and... oh yeah. I had gravy and mashed potatoes today for dinner. That was a treat. Everyone else was saying, “Aw man! These potatoes taste so old! I can't believe how horrible they are!” But not me! I was saying, “What beautiful, smooth, delightfully gorgeous potatoes!!!” :-) :-)
For the record, I'm not complaining. I'm merely finding something in this void of eternal misery to be thankful for.
Actually, I digress. It hasn't been that bad at all. I'm really thankful to be getting braces and I'm so looking forward to the pleasures of straight teeth. :-) Beauty takes place #13 in that regard. Of course... beauty doesn't hurt. :-)
End of crazy post. Adieu, my ever patient friends, until next time.