Inbraceration: The Saga Continues
Inbraceration (noun): 1. To imprison the teeth with ouch-inspiring braces. 2. The period of time during which stinky old braces must be worn. Example: “Thank goodness the first seven months are over, but I must still wear these dangblasted things for nine more months.”
It has been seven months since my first trip to the Chair of Doom, and the
sadistic bastard cheerful orthodontist in charge of my teeth tells me I have nine months left. He says this as if it were as easy as settling in for a mani/pedi at the Lotus Flower spa.
Let me tell you something, buttercup. Any mother knows the truth. Nine months can take forever to pass when you’re waiting to deliver something. In this case, the delivery is rotated and adjusted teeth. To say I’m eager for the blessed event doesn’t even come close to reality.
Consider: When the wires and bands are changed, the teeth are forced to shift without regard for the fact that they have rooted with contentment in their original position for decades. They don’t want to move. They’re happy. . .comfy, even. Movement? Not without resistance, baby.
It takes effort to combat that resistance. Yesterday I spent ninety minutes having my teeth pushed, pulled, and ground; a ceramic bracket was removed and re-positioned. Do you know how brackets are removed, buttercup? They are gripped with a wrench-like tool and ripped from the surface of the tooth! (For the love of God, can’t someone invent a solvent for orthodontic glue?)
Then there’s the visual effects. My two front teeth are so out of sync after my “adjustment” yesterday that my daughter is calling me Billy-Bob. (Everyone’s a freaking comedian around here.) My orthodontist is a genius (as was his mentor, the Marquis de Sade) so I know from experience this orthodontic adjustment wacky-tooth syndrome will right itself superbly over the next eight weeks, and I’ll be that much closer to “delivery.” In the meantime, however, I’ve got a tag that says “Redneck Woman.”
Now that the whining is out of my system, I can embrace my usual optimistic outlook. And there is always an upside, right? For instance, as sore as my mouth is I must consume food that needn’t be chewed. Say it with me: chocolate, ice cream, frozen yogurt, wine, chocolate, smoothies, chocolate, Popsicles, toffee latte, wine and chocolate, to name just a few. And actually, my teeth are really aching right now, so probably a square of Hershey’s chocolate and a nice glass of wine will, you know, ease the pain.
Hey, don’t judge me. Cravings are normal for someone working on a nine month delivery.
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