In the last two years, I have had or been:
- tortured with various medical devices
- bound with teeny shackels
- lacerated too many times to count
- expanded and contracted
- a spring in my mouth (an actual spring!)
- 4 teeth pulled
- excluded from various activities and everyday pleasures such as eating corn on the cob.
- ground down
- filed with a tiny saw
- poked accidentally
- bone deficient
- a habitual tongue twiddler, to the point where I even wonder what I’m looking for in there.
- accused of having less feminine teeth…which has been corrected by a power grinder
- yellow for weeks–after eating curry and red wine.
And tomorrow, I will have a beautiful shiny white smile! It’s going to be weird.
It really has gone pretty fast and wasn’t that bad until I sat down and really thought about it. No more whining, next time you see me, I’ll look like I have Chicklets for teeth!
mmmmmm. white chicklets are my favorite!
someone
March 15th, 2007