Friday September 10, 2004
train tracks, train tracks!

Lovely Helen wrote a beautiful entry the other day on how many ages she can feel in a single day. I must say I know the feeling.

Especially since I went to the dentist on Wednesday morning, and was instantly transported back to being 13 years old when he uttered some fateful words:

"You need to have your braces put back on again."

Yep, that's right. Three thousand bucks and 18 months of a ripped up mouth and continuous pain (of both the physical and insecure-teenaged-emotional kind) have apparently slipped right down the drain.

It got even weirder when I rang my old ortho, and when I told the receptionist my maiden name she actually remembered who I was. Fifteen years on.

Now don't get me wrong - I don't look like Austin Powers or anything, but it's got to the point where I can't get my bottom teeth clean, and my gums are exacting revenge on me for not keeping their living quarters spic and span.

I would go with invisalign (ala Tom Cruise), but with a six to eight thousand dollar hit to the hip pocket and no insurance willing to cover it, it's not worth it. Looks like the good ole clear plastic brackets for me if I want some dosh back from the insurers. Although I gotta say, the ortho should be giving me this treatment for free in my opinion!

So. Anyone else out there who has embraced the archwire in adulthood?

posted by goldie @ 12:44 PM on 09.10.04 :  ping
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