Monday, June 22, 2009
Yup. I was right. I’m now wearing braces – but of a very simple kind. A bonded wire was affixed to my six bottom front teeth today. Saints be praised, the wire is on the back of the teeth although this set-up is irritating my tongue something fierce.
I was very, very good during the procedure. In fact, I was told afterward, “Working on you was like working on a mannequin.” In other words, a dead body. I totally zoned out. Best way to endure that kind if thing – if you can.
I know this wire is a very minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things, but still, what next?
Well, after the ortho visit, I had an appointment to get my hair trimmed. (And, yeah, dyed – again. I really hate this dyeing the hair routine.) Anyway, I decided to get my hair cut really short, pull my bangs back with a barrette, go around with my mouth pursed (to hide the wire which is certainly visible to me because, of course, I keep opening my mouth WIDE to look) and make the transformation back to childhood complete.
My riveting appearance and allure just continue to improve with age. Amazing, isn’t it? One might think I’ve made a Faustian pact with the devil.
No current photo with the wire in place – you’ll just have to trust me that with my hair cut short, etc., I look exactly like I do in the photo above – with just a few (!) laugh lines added to that chubby face.