Let's Cement More Crap In My Mouth! Why Not?!

I had a 9 AM this morning back at the ortho. As it turns out, I had a loose bracket. The other doctor was there - who I had never met. It was sort of weird, I felt suddenly like the unpopular girl...this doc should totally know me my now! Ha.

Any way....he was about to take the bracket out all together saying, "you're almost done, right?"

ME: "YES!"

HIM: "Let's leave it out. Bite for me...."

ME: [I bite...]

HIM: "Hmm...nevermind...let's re-cement it"

Ughhh burned again.

And by the way, every time I go to the ortho now, I always hear other people either scheduling an appointment to have their braces off...or getting their braces off. These are the dental gods punishing me.

The Emotional Rollercoaster of a Wired Lady

I was back at the ortho's office on Thursday and feeling very optimistic about potential news. Here I am...looking happy and excited about the prospect of today hearing those magical words..."you're getting them off!"


Here I am, even happier, as most metal is removed and I get to...floss without wires!! Ooooh the nerd I am.

Then....here I am after leaving the appointment...

Not quite the look I am hoping for. As you can see, my braces are very much still on (actually, more metal was even added, I had no idea this was possible, but I stand corrected) -- and my rubber bands are in even more bizarre positions.

So bizarre....they had to draw me a little map....


I don't know if I should be more upset they had to give me a map because I still have bands or...if I should be mad because it took them almost two years to share with me the fact they even have maps. Hello!? Would have been helpful around month 18!

So, more metal, more bands...and more braces.

The only potentially good news was the doc did say...she thinks next time might be my last check-up. I wish I could believe her.

I go back tomorrow because the new lady who strapped the wires back on screwed up and cut one too short.

The real next check-up will be in about 3 weeks.

No braces coming out party planned yet.

Change Has Not Come

While yesterday was indeed a historic day...

for the Wired Lady...no change has come. The ortho visit resulted in zero news!! Same old..."blah blah...yes, you look great!...blah blah...ok...see you in 3 weeks!"

Lovely.

What I do know -- they were happy to see I actually wore my rubber bands this time. My back teeth did drop (phew!) and I can't have any larger of a wire put in my mouth (I am at the limit -- they don't make 'em any thicker).

What I don't know -- what's next.

I swear, every time I go, she does a little tweak...a little shave of a tooth here and there...and that's it!

"You're close...you're close." -- yeah, whatever that means.

Lisa, the dental assistant offered as optimistic news as it can get...."I promise, you will get your braces off...sometime this year."

Thanks. I'm tempted to get Steelers colors put in.

A Historic Day

Ooh that....and I have a check-up at the ortho's office tomorrow.
:)

Look Like Anyone?

JAMES LORING BAER BLAGDEN

One of my co-workers sent this to me today. Not sure what I should make of it but either way, love the wired-tips from the office!

Thrilling Monday

Hold onto your hats folks because today was craaaazy.

Guess what?! I went to Dr. Yamada's office and....picked up new rubber bands! How insane is that?!!!!



A day in the life of a Wired Lady. Jealous?
At least by bag doesn't quite look so much like crack anymore.
Trust me...my camera apparently sucks taking close-ups.

Crack Cocaine or Rubber Band Bag?

So, I was walking to my car in the parking garage, after a long day at work, and as I pulled my rubber band bag from my purse (in every attempt to be 'good'), and all of a sudden realized...how freakin' shady this must look!

Just as I stopped myself from trying to pry open the damn thing (crappy plastic keeps riping - wish it was a Ziploc), some dude (also walking to his car) gave me their weirdest look.

I have to say, I deserved it. Pre-ortho round #2, if I saw someone holding a tiny white plastic pouch in a dark parking lot...I would pass judgement.

No, no need for A&E's "intervention" -- only my bicuspids to drop!