Braces

If anyone has told you braces don't make a difference, that they're no big deal, that they're attractive and don't hurt, let me set you straight: those people LIE.

Braces DO make a difference. In eating, looks, and your lip. They also make a difference in your teeth, which is the good part. The ONLY good part. For me, they fluctuate between a BIG DEAL and BARELY ON MY MIND. Right now, its been the only sour thought in my mind. They are not attractive-- they make you look like a chainsaw ogre. And God, do they hurt.
It could be possible that its just me, because my mother (constantly) reminds me that I have a low pain tolerance. And, well, just because she had to bribe me to oblivion to pull out a loose tooth when I was six doesn't necessarily mean I have a low pain tolerance!
*cough* *cough*... okay, I'll admit it. I'm a freakin' wuss.
Anyways, I got my top braces on October 20th. I got em, it was weird, and they sucked for a few days, then I forgot about them.
Enter December 12th. I got green elastics that stretched across my front six teeth really tight and I again experienced that wonderous, week-long Advil addiction.
And then, February 3th, I got my braces on my bottom teeth. I have an overbite, so my top teeth bite down on my bottom braces when I close my jaw. Consequently, my orthodontist had to drill off part of the brackets so I couldn't even get elastics, darmit. Afterwards, I foolishly purchased a chicken teriyaki sub and realized I couldn't eat it. I had to peel it open and eat the chicken and green peppers with a fork.
And now today, February 4th, I am again experiencing that wonderful feeling of pain. Ugh, ugh, ugh. My teeth alternately ache and get a weird, unpleasant, tickly feeling. I can't bite into anything. I cut it into teeny pieces and shove it to the back of my mouth where my molars are not as sore and can cautiously chew. Last night I woke up at 12:30 after being asleep for about two hours. I lay awake until one and started reading, trying to ignore the rhythmic throbbing of my teeth as they ached with each pulse of blood. At two, I went upstairs and downed two Advil Liqui-Gels and refilled my water glass. I lay in bed for another forty-five minutes sipping the cold, soothing water. I finally fell asleep. But, as expected, I feel pretty rotten today.
My teeth are feeling better right now, despite my somewhat painful flute lesson.
On a non-painful note, I made pasta today. Yesterday in the city, after our family's several eye appointments and MY orthodontist and knee appointments, my auntie bought a pasta maker. I also ordered new glasses, and I'm pretty psyched because of my new frames. But anyways, I went over to my aunt's after school and she had already made some plain fettucine and I helped make some lemon-pepper-and-parmesan-cheese spaghetti. For supper we had homemade noodles in homemade spaghetti sauce--it was SOoOoOoO amazazing. Plus, my father bought me a Koolaid slushie for my mouth.
So, despite my rough little teeth problems, the rest of the day wasn't so bad.
Cheers!
P.S. I don't blame anyone who gave up on my whining and quit reading halfway through-- I just had to get some complaining out of my system. :)