I woke up this morning, and since it was my only morning to sleep past 8, I did. 9:30 rolls around and I think, "today might be a good day to get my ties changed. They are pretty yellowed and I don't want to meet my new niece with yellow braces. How rude! What would she think of her crazy/ cool Actress Aunt from L.A.?"
So off I go to Santa Monica (... mmm... smell the ocean with me). Laying in the chair I interject, "you know, my real appointment is only two weeks away if you wanna do stuff today?"
He takes a look, the doc takes a look. Then comes the question, "How are you doing with those rubber bands?"
Now unlike every other visit where he doesn't even ask and just commends me on my work, this stings a little. Because I know what he means. In the beginning of December I got an awesome 2nd job waiting tables at The Foundry on Melrose. It is considered fine dining (I know seriously, who am I?) so I haven't worn my rubber bands to work. Not once.
After a while, since I was already used to not wearing them to work, sometimes I didn't wear them to my other job, which is in a mall, and its OBVIOUSLY totally acceptable to wear them. Then I would slack on nights when my jaw hurt. Then I would prolong putting them back on after eating thinking... maybe I'll have another chip. A chip I shouldn't be eating in the first place.
I only have myself to blame.
The good news is, he said everything else is done. Everything except my overbite, which is moved with the rubber bands.
My hope is to have these suckers off by March 16th, exactly 1 year. So when I expressed this hope to the doc, and asked if it is reasonable, he replied that if I continue with the bands the way I have been, absolutely not in a million years would they come off in 6 weeks.
THE VERDICT:
I have doubled up a rubber band on the right side. Yup. 2 on one side pulling the same teeth. And I essentially have to wear them all the time.
So for those who still read this. Who did not give up hope for me when the blogs ceased this winter, I ask one thing of you. If you see me without rubber bands - Tell me to put them on. If you live in a different state and won't see me before they are off- Text, Call, Email, Walkie Talkie, or throw a note in a bottle, and help me keep these sweet bands on so I can get these sweet braces OFF! I NEED YOU!
Welcome back to blogging! Remember, you never want to do this again NOR do you want to prolong this awful experience, so do whatever you can to get this over with! (That's what I'm telling myself in my 5th month...). The humiliation of a few more weeks will be forgotten once you get those babies off. Wear those bands!
ReplyDeleteChristina congrats on 5 months! Woo Hoo!!! Thanks for your encouragement!
ReplyDeleteSome people make mountains out of ant hills. There are worse things in this world then being in your late 20's with braces.
ReplyDeleteMr./Ms. Anonymous. Thank you for your comment, I honestly could not agree more with both of your statements. There are SO many things worse than being an adult with braces, the list goes on and on.
ReplyDeleteThis blog is meant to be a humorous melodramatic blog on the topic of adult braces. I make the mountain out of an ant hill if you will, and then laugh at it.
I write this blog as a creative outlet for myself,(and hopefully those reading it) so that for 10 minutes a day I can take a break from thinking about things like not having health insurance, family members being diagnosed with cancer, and countries in revolt.
Your comment makes me think I need to amp up my humor and sarcasm! And for that, I thank you. Happy blog reading! I wish you better luck with other future blogs!
Well said.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, you need to update your "about me."