Ouchie!

I got braces put on my top teeth in October, and it wasn't bad. A little tenderness, a couple of canker sores, but really nothing serious. I thought that everyone who said that having braces hurt was just a wimp. I openly scoffed at them. But now, as in all things, I've been humbled and boy do I feel their pain.

On Valentine's Day I got my bottom braces on. Ouch. Ouchie-Ouch-Ouch! Apparently, my bottom teeth are much more sensitive that my top. I've been subsisting on soothing jello, ice cream and yogurt. I can't bite or tear anything. Not even cheesecake. Eating chicken nuggets was about the most painful thing I've ever encountered. I feel like I'm living through the middle ages when no one kept their teeth and had to eat really mushy food.

A misplaced bite sent one bracket spinning free on the wire. To get it stuck back on the orthodontist decided that he needed to sand the surrounding teeth down to make room for the tooth to come forward. Now if this sounds unpleasant, believe me, it is. (I'm such a wimp when it comes to pain!)

Tomorrow, I'm going to the dentist for a teeth cleaning. Turning my tender teeth over to those sadists should be a real treat!

The only good thing about this is the enforced diet. Oh, and the nice straight teeth I'll have. That's good too.