So I've had these braces on for three months now; time to report. Things are looking really good. The gaps are closing, my front teeth are straighter, and my lower teeth are almost all straight. Hooray!
Showing posts with label braces. Show all posts
Showing posts with label braces. Show all posts
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Talk to me!
Maybe I'm obsessing more about these braces than I should, but I swear they make me more approachable. It's like the little metal brackets are shouting "I'm friendly! Talk to me!" or something. Yesterday at clinicals, I got the "friendly elevator conversation" every time I got on, and this evening when James and I were waiting to pick up a pizza, this fellow started chatting it up with me about everything and nothing. Now, I know Oregonians are friendly folk, and it's not like this is the first time anyone has ever started up a friendly conversation, but the frequency of occurance has increased in the last week to the point that even James thought it was a bit uncanny.
Not that it's a bad thing. Just inexplicable. Perhaps I naturally have an aloof expression (a friend that I had in high school once told me that she thought I was such a snob in junior high when I was actually just mind-numbingly shy) and the braces tone it down to friendly face. In any case, I'll take it. At least I don't look like I'm 14, like one of the nurses on my clinical floor with braces does, and she's 29. Thus, I get approached, but I still get the respect I deserve, which, for a nursing student, isn't much, but again, I'll take what I can get.
Not that it's a bad thing. Just inexplicable. Perhaps I naturally have an aloof expression (a friend that I had in high school once told me that she thought I was such a snob in junior high when I was actually just mind-numbingly shy) and the braces tone it down to friendly face. In any case, I'll take it. At least I don't look like I'm 14, like one of the nurses on my clinical floor with braces does, and she's 29. Thus, I get approached, but I still get the respect I deserve, which, for a nursing student, isn't much, but again, I'll take what I can get.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Braces
Today was the day.
James insists that I look cute with braces, but I know it will look even better when all the brackets are in a line. Now they are each centered on their individual teeth, but the teeth themselves are all over the place (thus, the "need" for braces). It took 2 1/2 hours to apply the brackets, place the top wire, have Bart (Dr. Carter to everyone else) change his mind and take off the top wire, apple two "buttons" (brackets on the inside of the teeth) and attach "chains" (chain-shaped rubber bands) inside and out on both sides of the top and outside on both sides of the bottom, remove one side on the bottom (to straighten my midline, or something), place a wire on the bottom, explain how to brush, floss, and manage mouth irritations, and send me on my way. Whew!
I got out of the ortho office and had to put on some make-up, I felt so "Ugly Betty" (the TV show, not my fabulous mommers). Then, I called Mark, my hair stylist, on the drive back to Portland (talking on my cell phone on the highway, but it was obviously an emergency!) for an afternoon appointment. The final result (taken on my webcam, so please forgive the poor resolution):
I'll admit, I'm getting used to the look. Maybe next time, I'll get royal blue bands to match my nursing school scrubs.
James insists that I look cute with braces, but I know it will look even better when all the brackets are in a line. Now they are each centered on their individual teeth, but the teeth themselves are all over the place (thus, the "need" for braces). It took 2 1/2 hours to apply the brackets, place the top wire, have Bart (Dr. Carter to everyone else) change his mind and take off the top wire, apple two "buttons" (brackets on the inside of the teeth) and attach "chains" (chain-shaped rubber bands) inside and out on both sides of the top and outside on both sides of the bottom, remove one side on the bottom (to straighten my midline, or something), place a wire on the bottom, explain how to brush, floss, and manage mouth irritations, and send me on my way. Whew!
I got out of the ortho office and had to put on some make-up, I felt so "Ugly Betty" (the TV show, not my fabulous mommers). Then, I called Mark, my hair stylist, on the drive back to Portland (talking on my cell phone on the highway, but it was obviously an emergency!) for an afternoon appointment. The final result (taken on my webcam, so please forgive the poor resolution):
I'll admit, I'm getting used to the look. Maybe next time, I'll get royal blue bands to match my nursing school scrubs.
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