Space Face Lives On IbuProfin And Tylenol.

Space Face: Me. 

IbuProfin and Tylenol: The reason I'm alive right now. 

So. I got spacers. What you do: You walk into the orthodontist after your friends have given you a big BIG boost of confidence..."Spacers are the WORST part." "Oh, God, they hurt SO MUCH." "EWH, spacers? Have fun..." And you sit in the waiting room and watch this twelve-year-old boy before you cling to his mother's hand and sob his way into HIS spacers. Then, you sit in the chair and the spacer lady who is about to kill you shows you how she's gonna do it. Basically, she threads two pieces of dental floss through these deceptively tiny blue rubber bands, and stretches it out, and flosses it into your teeth. Painless and easy, right? 

HELL NO. 

She starts threading it into your teeth and you're thinking, "Okay. Okay. This isn't THAT bad." But then, you feel this CRACK and it's exactly like when you have a loose tooth and you just pulled it out. It makes the same noise, too. And she clicks it into place and it just becomes a dull ache in your mouth. She then proceeds to do this eleven more times. 

Everyone I talked to has had anywhere from two to eight spacers. Twelve, apparently, is a pretty big number. It's a good sympathy-getter, because by now, pretty much everybody who will ever need spacers had gotten them and they know how terrible it is. 

She finishes trying to murder me, and I sit up and see the floss covered in my blood and wonder how the orthodontist could enjoy her job. I couldn't decide whether it was stoicism or whether she was just Satan in a lab coat. 

You go to bed that night thinking, "Okay. My teeth just kind of ache. I think I can do this." 

But you wake up, and your whole MOUTH hurts. Your front teeth and your back teeth and your gums...it even hurts when your tongue bumps your teeth. For breakfast, I eat oatmeal. For lunch, I eat yogurt. And for supper I have to muscle my way through whatever I CAN eat. The second night we had tacoes, and there was no way I was going to pass that up. I can sort of, like...chew things on my right side really gently. But only if they can halfway dissolve by themselves or be swallowed in fairly large pieces. 

IbuProfin and Tylenol are my new best friends. But today, so I wouldn't, like, die or anything, I wasn't allowed to have anything. Also, bottled water. Since it's cold, I drink it ALL DAY. I peed four times in four hours the other day (totally vital information to you, I know). Apparently this semi-horror when I get my braces. On Tuesday. Countdown: Two days. 

It's unbelievable how much food you have to chew. It's like when you pull a muscle, and you never realized how much you USE that muscle until you can't use it. 

It's kind of an adventure. It's also horrid. But an adventure nonetheless. 

Love

Love

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Samm

Song Quote Of Note: "I'm a little left of center. I'm a little out of tune. Some say I'm paranormal." 

Title; You Get Me. 

Artist: Michelle Branch.