When *I* had braces, OMG. They first, pulled four teeth (tiny mouth, too much crowding), gave me gas, novocained me and wrapped these bars of steel around each tooth, threading all this metal joy together with MORE steel, that slid through each individual circlette. Ughhh. And each time I visited the ortho, he'd tighten them. Plus, there was the added joy of the rubber bands I had to wear to *pull back* my upper teeth. Um...I *never* had an overbite (I realize as an adult) and feel this was his way of extorting my parents out of $3,000+. Unbelievable. This morning was like nothing even happened. *I* couldn't eat after mine; she was all over some French toast. Go figure. But let's not fight, mkay? Yeah. Avoided that.
That is all. Need to make arrangements and go to work.