Tinsel Teeth

Let's get this gravy train a' rollin'. I'm not sure exactly what to say about having braces again. The word "again" seems to be a recurring theme though. Throughout the appointment I found myself reassuring the technicians that I'd been through this once and I really didn't feel any of it was a big deal. Not that it's not a big deal but in the "I'm-ready-for-this-and-barring-any-dramatic-changes-in-orthodontic-technology-you're-probably-not-going-to-surprise-me-with-what-you're-about-to-do-to-my-mouth" kind of way. I think I said "yeah I remember that/those" about 157 times. I've got a section of power chain between my 1's and lips naturally red enough to make a young Donna Reed jealous.



For the uninitiated, the 80 minute appointment went something like this:

-Accept jaw-opening cheek-spreader into mouth. Gag as necessary.

-Dry teeth and prep with some chemical applied via syringe.

-Apply brackets onto what I can only assume is at first a gooey substance.

-The orthodontist tweaks each bracket individually.

-Zap with Beeping Blue Light Zapper Gun (R) to cure adhesive.



I was then immediately transported to my 7th grade self that consciously covered my braces as much as possible and hesitated to smile openly. (Now that I'm cocky as a farmer's alarm clock I imagine I'm gonna get over that crap really quickly.)



So that's about it. You can go on to bed children and know that when you get your braces it won't hurt and it'll just take a couple days to get used to them.



Ok?



Now, run along.



Sweet dreams.



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Are all the kids out of the room? Great. Because I have to know, when everyone else was having their brackets bonded did it smell STUNNINGLY like marijuana? It couldn't possibly be just me.