Orthodontics

I've been deep in thought about this lately. To start with, I got braces put on later in life than most (judging by all of the 14 year olds sitting with me in the waiting room- I wonder if they know I'm a whole life older than them...) Had I known what a pain (in the teeth) they'd be... maybe I wouldn't have gotten them at all. Hard to say really.

So anyway, these braces. How do they work? I know what they do but how do they really work? I mean, what determines which tooth is going to turn in or out or get bucky or whatever? How does the dentist know how the guage of the wire will effect my particular problem? I just don't get it. I'm sure there's a huge science to it. I'm guessing that's what all the schooling was for. (I hear it's quite extensive... and expensive) It must be quite predictable to him (the dentist), but to me, it means NOTHING. I can't quite explain why this is so perplexing to me. I'm not a really great blogger but I'm trying. :(

SO I wonder what's in store for me at Fuchs' Orthodontics? I wonder that every time I set up an appointment for "5 weeks"- that's how long you go from appointment to appointment. I wonder if drawing it out 5 weeks in between appointments is how they make their money or if it really take 5 weeks for the wire to do what it's supposed to do before you get a new one. I honestly think 5 weeks is a bit of a stretch. I can tell you that after my appointment, my teeth will have moved within the next 7 days. Probably not completely, but 5 weeks? Come on. I think that's just a reason to slap a $6000 price tag on this metal.

The price we pay for beauty.

I'm back, again!

Ok ok, so this blogging thing occurs to me about once or twice a year- but I'm trying! Life is a lot like it was the last time I wrote, um... in March? Hahaha, same ole same ole, which is good. Micheal is gone to Brown County Fair this week. Keeping our roadways (ok, Hwy 281, if you're going that way) safe. He's been gone since Monday and we're going to go see him tomorrow, which would be Friday. We miss him like nuts when he's gone. It's hard work being a single parent. I know, I know, I do it for a week here, two weeks there. But still. It's hard! I can't imagine doing it for, like, ever- you know, full time? That'd be hard. Way hard.

What else? Work. I'm anticipating the delivery of 3 new pairs of uniform pants! OH THE JOYS! Never in my wildest dreams would I have EVER thought new uniform pants would bring me such happiness. I know, I need to get out more. Something about the uniform pants I'm currently wearing... they suck! My back can't take it anymore. I think if I lost about 7 lbs I would be just fine wearing those flippin' pants. But I can't shake the weight so I need new pants. Pronto. So much for hoping these braces (yes, I got braces at the age of 30) would help in the weight loss department. Dang it. Turns out I like to eat too much.

I suppose, I should go to bed. It's 9:58 and the little kid has been in bed for roughly 58 minutes. Fifty-eight minutes of pure bliss! He's been a totally terror the last few days. Thank GOD his dad will be home on Sunday. Thank you God. I do believe I'm going to go kick back and watch an episode of The Cleaner. Gotta get my Esteban fix for the day ;)

Night!