I went to my first of many appointments with my Orthodontist today. Normally, one would hate an appointment like this but I was quite excited. I will be getting braces! and I can't tell you how excited I am! I'm sure it'll be painful, and I'm sure I won't be able to eat half of what I'm eating now, but the end result is all I'm thinking about!
For people that have beautiful, straight, white smiles (everyone in my family, parents, sibilings and their spouses and children and inlaws EXCEPT ME!) straight teeth are something I'm sure you take for granted! I've been self conscience about my smile since 4th grade, when the eventful afternoon in elementary triggered this whole dilema:
I was eating an apple during lunch time, and I had a loose tooth. I bit down on the apple and out popped the loose tooth at an awkward angle. I was always told that loose teeth have to be pulled out with great care, because if they are pulled out crooked, they will grow back crooked. (there may or may not be studies to support this, I was just told this as a child and have taken this as law) As soon as I saw the new tooth growing in at an angle I cursed that stupid apple! I knew from then on, my smile would never be the same!
I always had low self esteem, and this was one of the reasons why, along with a number of other physical attributes I inherited from my Tall Father! lol. I never smiled with my teeth showing, I hated talking close to people or strangers as people would notice, my imperfect teeth! I hated pictures, school or family. This really is something that I've had a hard time dealing with, and you people with straight, white, gorgeous teeth will never know.
So I day dreamed my future as I sat there in the reception area of what would happen after this is all done! I pictured a commercial like the Windows 7 software where there is a person telling a story about themself. They are a normal looking or slightly less attractive person telling a story, and in the dream or reenactment there is a handsome or attractive looking person playing them as they narrate their story. Well, here's my story:
A young polynesian man walks slowly towards the Orthodontists office, dragging his feet, with his hands in his pocket, shoudlers down, starring at the ground. He stops in front of the office and sighs as the stresses of life weigh heavy on his mind. If only there were something that could fix all his problems. Just then he looks up and see's a sign in front of the Dental Office that reads "Stress holding you down? Crooked teeth the source of all your problems? Well come on in and let us solve all your problems!" He runs in, signs the paper work and takes a seat in the dental chair. Just then the dental assistants strap his hands and legs down for his own safety for the pain that the Orthodontist is about to inflict. Nervously he sits, then the Dr. steps in masked up with a welding mask on. He steps up to the chair and turns on the saw, Sparks fly everywhere as this is the most extensive procedure he has ever seen! 15 minutes later, I step out the chair a new man. I turn around a smile at the camera with pearly whites that sparkle and light up the whole room. Then Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson thanks the Dental staff for their hard work and walks out the building a New Man! All of the Rocks (Me) problems are solved! With his new grill, nothing can stop him or get him down!
I will say that I'm pretty stoked to get this grill fixed, and will post pictures of the before and after! I will be all smiles in a few short months! Wish me luck!
