Not Sick Here

At work every now and then someone will ask, "How are you feeling?"

This question is always followed with complete and utter confusion, as I think to myself..."I don't have the flu." Of course, then remembering, "Oooh yeah...my mouth was rearranged only weeks ago."

Huh. Funny how that happens.

I Suck...Pretzels

That's right. I'll admit it. Just don't tell the doctor. It's called...hungry for snacks, salt, and late night happiness.

Ok. Fine. I've swallowed a couple too. Remember this post when a bad report comes from seeing Relle on Thursday -- hello foreshadowing....

Yog-hurt

Yogurt for breakfast.

Yogurt for a morning snack.

Skip the yogurt for lunch.

Back to yogurt for dinner.

Two thoughts on this:

1. I will never have a yeast infection for the rest of my life.
2. I. Am. Over. It.

Thank goodness I'm seeing the doc on Thursday. It's time to expand the menu.

Happiness Returns!!!!

I am off to the beach today! Hooooooray!!!!! I cannot even tell you how happy I am about this. Winter lasted way too long and now it's time...to reunite with my love, Hermosa Beach.

Now, when packing for the beach, most people would be concerned with oooh having enough reading materials or sunscreen. But Wired Lady, oooh no, I'm concerned with...having food to remain full for the day. The staples I'm used to relying on, in my post-surg state, don't travel to the beach well. The plain yogurt aint survivin' on the sand - that's for sure.

So, what the hell am I gonna do? Welp, I've got lots of Diet Cokes (yes, the addiction is back in action), water bottles, and...well, that's about it. Guess I'll have to grab a Bloody Mary on the pier soon after I arrive.

Ooh, well...tough life, right?

My. Teeth. Sore.

So, they changed a wire and took a few 'jewels' out at the orthodontist's office on Thursday and I swear, it feels like they numb-chucked me to the face. The teeth are definitely still sore. And I was wrong in thinking the margaritas last night would help. Weird.

On a side note -- I have come to the conclusion that my face is puffier when I wake up in the morning. Anyone else find this to be the case? Don't call me a doctor or anything but it's something about sleeping on my side - Ha. Um, yeah...proooobably isn't helping the cause.

Scrub-a-Dub-Dub!

Such a happy visit to the ortho this morning! Not only did Mona Lisa (my favorite dental assistant - and yes, that is her real name) remove all the extra 'bling' from my braces (I referred to my 'surgical hook' as my 'jewels', just so you know...and because I think it's hilarious), but she also took out my wires....and I could FLOSS!!!!!! Hallelujah!!! I literally spent 20 mintes brushing and brushing and rinsing and rinsing and flossing and flossing and on and on and on...ooooh what a happy time!

And I gotta say, it felt kind of nice to have Dr. Yamada stare at my bite and say, "Looks sooo good!" I felt proud - like I actually did something.

Did I mention Steve picked up his new retainer yesterday? Yeah, so...now I go to the ortho and everyone asks me how STEVE is doing. Just. My. Luck.

Back in the Chair

Tomorrow morning I'm back at the ortho's office for a little check-up. Oh. The. Social. Life. I. Have.

Really, just two 'hopes' for tomorrow's appointment...

1. Some of the metal, weighing down my face, be removed form my mouth --- these surgical hooks (oh how I hate that name) have got to go -- it's time!
   
2. Encouraging words that everything looks good and that I haven't been rockin' the rubber bands for no reason (not the cutest things)
   

Oh...um...and the magical words..."Your braces will be off soon!"

Ha. I know...not quite. But a girl can dream, right?