And so it begins... again.

Today was day one under the care of Dr. Scott Newhart. Needless to say things have changed. Hopefully, for the better! His exact words were "We've got a LOT of work to do."

Perfect. Exactly what I was hoping he would say. I of course never hoped he would say "oh my, your teeth look amazing. Two more months and they are off!"

Because that would be ridiculous.

(brief crying interlude)

Eh hem. Anyway, turns out that in LA they call my bite rim "turbos." Oooooh. I like it. Turbos. It sounds like I could blast off into space by the sparks in my mouth.

So here are the deets on my new treatment: There was chit chat of chains, step ups, and they kept referring to L5. I have NO idea. What DO I know? I have 4 rubber bands in my mouth.

4 - Two on each side!

They are classified on the bag as Extra heavy. Compared to my old bands classified as medium. Um, can you SEE the difference.

Basically what I am trying to say is I am in an unbelievable amount of pain. I don't even have a joke about it. It hurts that bad.

Well, the next step in this process is the removal of my baby tooth. We have been together so long, I am a little nervous about saying goodbye. But I guess it is time to become grown up.

I'm off to take some prescription drugs... Kidding!

... Anybody have any vicodin?

Today's look sponsored by Tylenol.