I’m back to editing photos and post making today. My last post was a little premature because I kind of forgot that an important event on Monday might interrupt my blogging activities. On Monday I got braces. And yes, that’s an important event. (You’ll know all about this and other things that have happened this summer so much sooner if you follow me on Instagram or Twitter)
I’m 18 years old, in my freshman year at university and I have wires in my mouth. So I won’t pretend it isn’t something that will change my life, because it will. Eventually for the better, but for now more towards uncomfortable. Monday was quite busy, I caught up with a friend over the last breakfast I would have sans braces for a while. (The Dr. says my treatment should last just under two years.) Then I was at the ortho office from 12:00a.m. to 2:40p.m. Yeah, it took a while.
I’ve known I need braces for years already, but because we move around so much it was hard to decide to commit to years of treatment without knowing if we would be staying near that ortho office for the duration of treatment. What if we had to move and begin the (no inexpensive) process all over again somewhere else? But now that I’m getting older, we decided we’d waited long enough and we’d just go ahead. Now I’m in university and, in my mind (my parent’s don’t quite like this idea), if we have to move, I’ll just stay in dorms until I finish university and braces treatment.
So, does it hurt? Yes. Mostly because I have no idea what I’m doing. The first day it wasn’t really any big deal. It hurt much less than I was bracing myself (pun totally intended) for. Then I mentioned it wasn’t hurting and I probably jinxed it because yesterday, the second day, it hurt something fierce. It’s a really weird type of pain. Like you got something stuck in your teeth and it’s so much pressure on them. It’s a dull pain that you can ignore almost, but then there come the headaches, and before you know it you’re clenching your teeth and sometimes you kind of want to throw up because it hurts. So you have breakfast and in your overzealousness to keep your braces in perfect condition so the Dr. knows you’re a good girl next month, you go brush your teeth. That kills. But you don’t think it hurt enough, so you floss. And now you’re in a little ball in the corner of the room sobbing and swearing to never come near tooth-floss ever again.
That’s when you lay down and watch Top Chef so you can stay still. Until all that food they make makes you ravenous….and you get up and realize you can’t eat anything solid. (Tried that that morning. Bit into a rice cracker. I might have cried a little.) So you eat mashed potatoes. Which is great and all, but you’re wondering how much weight you’re going to lose with this liquid or baby food diet. I kinda like my current weight. But today is better. 🙂 And apparently this is an awesome excuse to eat ice cream all day. Not complaining about that part. And thankfully, school starts next week so I have until then to breathe a little and get prepared and used to these things.
Anyways, I’d have a better photo for you all, but my camera is being a little fussy and a trip to a Geek Squad station appears to be necessary. So Photo Booth camera anyone?
Here’s a before photo:
|My cousin and I a couple of Christmases ago. Notice the crooked smile (mine) and straight smile (hers).|
And now a during photo:
|Well hello there, Ugly Betty with your glasses and braces! (I’m laughing at myself not spiraling down a hole of unhealthy self-criticism. Please calm down.)|
|The elephant on my shirt needs braces too.|
|So.. do you come here often? This is my creepy smile.|
|Oh come on. We all now I can rock this look. Yes I suffer from deceivedness. It’s okay.|
And the after treatment photos, well, let’s hope they’re here soon and worth it all. 🙂
Have you ever had to wear braces? Have any tips? How was it? I’d love to hear your story, or if your kids have/had/will have to have braces, do tell! And if you’re contemplating getting them, let’s be in this together! If you’ve never needed them, then count your blessings. But here’s to all of us with metal in our mouths. (Metal?! Do these things set off security at the airport? Oh darn, as if it wasn’t annoying to pass through security already…)