And today I write the last post about them. Tomorrow morning, they come off. (I hope I didn't just jinx that and I don't show up tomorrow sit down in the dentist chair and hear "Welp, I think we oughta keep these on another couple weeks.")
After 9 months (that's exactly how long I was told I'd have to have them on) I don't really have much else to say about them. Other than I'll be really glad to see them go. They're already off my back teeth - but not like anyone can tell except for me, when I go to get the food out of them and they aren't there (gross, right? mmmmmm )
I've been through quite a lot with them, more than I thought I'd do, and have gotten used to people doing double-takes, dudes getting disappointed, and other adults with braces (I've seen a few) giving me that knowing look of "Yep." And I can stop doing that weird half-smile with my mouth closed face in pictures. Yeah you'd think I would get over it but no.
Time to get down to business with the food that's been off-limits. The things I can't eat are few and far between (trust me, I've tested out a lot of foods and let me say this cement my dentist used on these brackets - or was it the lasers soldering them on? - pretty damn strong). But one thing that's been impossible mainly because my teeth actually hurt was hard, crusty bread. The kind Italian places load up with prosciutto, cheeses, peppers, basil, tomatoes, and olive oil. Crap, I just drooled on my desk.
And, just in time for the Texas fair, I'll be able to dig into those enormous, salty, dripping-in-butter corn cobs (thanks for the reminder, Jill!). That alone is worth the $23,934 ticket price they charge at the fair now. Bring on the butter. And the floss.
Gonna start making guesses now as to how long it'll be before I break off that bottom retaining wire the dentist will cement in tomorrow. One month? Three?
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