Anne again. Newsflash: I hate braces. A lot. I'm talking three and 1/4 years of orthodontial agony. Here's an overview:
Year 1: I start with four brackets on the front top teeth and neckgear to wear at night. This is when I developed the habit of sleeping on top of two pillows to decrease the strain on my neck.
Year 2: A top retainer. Not too bad, except I had to go through impressions and I lost my retainer. Twice. I think I get my absentmindedness from my dad.
Year 3: Full-on braces. No mercy whatsoever. 'Nuff said.
Year 4 (2007): I get the wonderful privilege of having three different bands in my mouth 22 hours a day until February 14th. Oh joy.
Right now I'm dealing with the evil bands that constrict my talking and constantly snap and interrupt whatever I happen to be doing. Today they snapped 6 times, all on the left side. It hurt. I have to go through impressions in February for another retainer. This involves filling a mold with weird clay-like stuff and sticking it in my mouth. My gag reflex almost caused me to throw up. Listen to your body: if it doesn't like it, it's usually not gonna be fun. With some exceptions. I'm telling you, the dental group does it on purpose.
But there is no cloud without a silver lining. February 14th is a wednesday AND Valentines day. Perfect. I also get to pick out a really cool retainer. Something...swirled maybe. And for now, I'm driving my mom, Chester, and Chili insane by flicking the bands with my thumbnail while my mouth is open. My very own personal mouth guitar.
That concludes my story today, folks. Time to go grin and bear it. Literally.
P.S. I almost forgot. Hi Dad!! *waves enthusiastically and almost knocks the monitor down*
