Yesterday I got braces on my teeth. My bite has been messed up for years, and I'm finally doing something about it (and yeah, my teeth were a little crooked too - but I'm really not doing this to fix them; it's just a pleasant side effect). I planned a meal as if I would be able to eat it...
Unfortunately the pain didn't wait a day (I expected my teeth to be sore but not quite so quickly). You know how it takes you a day or two to get sore after a big workout? That's what I was expecting. Not two hours after getting the damn things on my teeth!
So I cooked a roast in the crock pot. By the time I cooked the rest of dinner, I just opted for potatoes because I knew by then I wasn't going to be eating much anyway. And I cooked the shit out of the potatoes, until they were nearly creamy. It turned out to be a smart choice because I couldn't chew those bitches, either.
Then I got a wise idea to fix toast, because that's soft, right? WRONG! When you eat gluten-free bread, the crust is really hard (like French bread). I couldn't bite through the crust. So then I tore the toast in half, thinking I could chew the soft middle. WRONG AGAIN! I couldn't chew a thing - because every time I did, I shredded some tender part of my mouth. Turns out that metal is really sharp!
Utltimately I survived the night, but I'm not sure I can survive the weight loss regimen (i.e. not eating). I love food, people, especially Reese's peanut butter cups, and if I can't eat them, I'll die. I mean that literally; I will wither away and die. I have a hard time keeping weight on, and I can't live on milkshakes (I might try though).
I know, I know, the pain won't last forever. Just about long enough for me to get over it and then go have the damn wires adjusted...but in eight weeks I'm pretty sure I'll lose more than a few pounds, and I'll look emaciated.
Yes, I admit it, tooth pain is the worst for me. I've broken lots of bones (98 of them, actually - some were repeats), and yes, they hurt when the break. They even keep me awake at night with pain. However, they don't often make me want to CRY when they ache. Teeth, on the other hand, make me want to bawl my eyes out when they hurt. I don't know why that is, but it is. Call me a crybaby if you want to, I don't care. Just please make my teeth stop hurting!
Hopefully next week will be better - or maybe a run will help me forget about my teeth. What I'm afraid of though is that all the bouncing will make my teeth hurt. I can't win, right?
OK, enough ranting. I hope you enjoyed the pictures. And in case you're wondering, I went with all metal (instead of clear) because you can see the stupid things anyway, and I wanted to rock the school-girl smile as long as I could. :)
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