Last week marked 1 year since I tore a couple of teeth out and filled my mouth with metal.
Normally, Miss Positivity, I would have been high fiving myself on making it over the half way mark, my mental cheer-squad congratulating myself on a job well done.
But I’m not.
To be honest, I really wish I had never decided to get braces.
I know I am fortunate to be able to afford them (just!) and some people really wish that they were able to straighten up their toothy-pegs, so I shouldn’t complain but…
I also know that Karin 12 months ago hated looking at her teeth and yes I’m still not a fan of their overfilled, elastic look but there is light at the end of the tunnel. Though it is very, VERY faint!
My teeth and mouth have been in some sort of uncomfortable, annoying, ulcerated way for over 365 days now. Even saying half way brings no joy to my stone cold heart.
I have bands on at the moment. Big heavy-duty ones because the princess cut didn’t do anything for me. My teeth are being pulled back to cover the gaping holes left from the horrific early extraction process, except really it is only a TOOTH that is moving and now instead of a gaping hole on the side of my smile it has moved up to the front… Yay!
In another 12 months I will probably be raving about my braces, spouting on about how fast the time went and really it wasn’t that bad.
This is why I write this post.
Don’t lie to people Karin. You are hating your braces!
Did you know when I first got them on, 6 weeks in, I enquired about how much money I would lose if I just got them taken off?
They thought I was joking.
Wah wah, 100% wah. Yes, that’s right. If you are planning to get braces… well… maybe just talk to me in another 12 months and ignore this post. Jump ahead a year, it’s going to be selfie central and I’ll be all “oh it wasn’t too bad” and “it was completely worth it!”
Urgh! I hate smug me of the future right now.
Do you want to just tell me to shut up about my sore surgically enhanced teeth? You should be my family.
I would love to see you socially!