I went to the orthodontist yesterday. I said, "Surprise me!". 10 surgical hooks later...five on the top and five on the bottom. The ones in the middle stick out and catch on everything - lips, clothing, food (especially lettuce!). On the up side, I could hang small Christmas ornaments from my teeth if I wanted to. On a negative note, I have become "kissing challenged". If I had known, I would have spent more time kissing my husband beforehand. :(
This was my last orthodontist appointment before the Big Event. Her staff were all cooing over me like I was a little baby bird about to leave the nest. There were lots of jokes like, "I guess we won't see that face around here again!". They even made me a post surgical appointment, which was quite reassuring. It implies that there is an after-the-surgery. I'm still squinting that far into the future.
I haven't caught a cold...yet. My little guy was up in the night with an earache so I spent a lot of time holding a small boy who was wiping his tears and nose on me. Oh well. A boy just needs his Mama sometimes and it's all part of the job. If I get sick, I'll blame the orthodontist.
Maybe the hooks will scare away germs. I do look like a piercing session gone wrong.
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