The before is a long story, so I'll start with the now.
On Tuesday, May 4, 2010 I officially became a brace face. Go me! It's a step on my way to jaw surgery. I had spacers put in the week prior and I thought I could tackle that no problem. I must be getting soft in my old age because all I wanted to do was weep for three days. Now, I am convinced that braces are a torturing device and that's why we put them on our children. The word "congratulations" uttered from the orthodontist on my way out, just doesn't do it for me. What the hell was I thinking? Oh right, this is just a step on my way to jaw surgery.
The big picture is what will keep me from going crazy. I don't know how much soup, pudding, ice cream and alcoholic beverages I can handle. Can someone tell me when I can eat a steak? Maybe I'll be a drug addict by the time I get them off, that's positive thinking right? I've been in pain for so long, taking anything over the counter might as well be a sugar pill. My drug of choice is Percocet, but it's like pulling teeth to get it prescribed. Ugh, my teeth.
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What'th the matter with bratheth? I mean, jutht becauth thome people might think it'th funny, that doethn't mean that it really ith. What really matterth ith that they're dethigned to fixth the the jaw issueth that you have before you can have thurgery ath a more permanent tholution. Theriouthly, though, it'th gonna be THWEET!
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