It seems like ever since I hit that one year mark last week (February 27) I realized just how much longer I have to go. I know I should be thinking that I am halfway there. Woo hoo! But, no. Another year feels like a really long time to have to deal with the following:
- Concern for what food particles are lodged in my teeth after every single meal. This is particularly exacerbated when eating out at a restaurant where I often spend post-eating time either not smiling or covering my mouth with my hand when I do.
- Awkward smiling. Almost every time I do smile my lips have to navigate their way around these things in my mouth.
- Seeing them on my smile in pictures. Yuck.
- Waking up every morning with the insides of my mouth dried onto the braces and gently having to peel them apart.
- Rubber bands. No one told me about the rubber bands. Miserable little things.
- The random moments when the inside of my cheek catches on part of the brace. Ouch!
- The never ending string of orthodontist appointments. Seems like every time I turn around I have to go back there. I like my doctor and most of the people who work at the office, but every 3rd time or so I get the assistant who takes at least twice as long as the others to but the bands back on and it is like torture.
- The smell of popcorn that I cannot have. I don't miss most of the other banned foods, but popcorn is really tough especially when I am at the movies.