Welcome new pals!
May 2nd 2012. It was the day all my problems began... Just a few days before my much awaited birthday, I got a new companion. Or let me say... my teeth got a few buddies who now toy, bully and tame them like hostel matrons and wardens. Braces.
With experience come all the answers
Previously at the sight of anyone with braces, I used to watch those wired marvels with awe and wonder how they were fastened to their place and how they refused to move inspite of all the fatty and gooey eatables one conusmed. Little did I know that I would very soon have the answer to all those questions.
My teeth-before:
Just a few years ago I had a decent set of upper teeth, that occasionally used to turn yellow but otherwise they were satisfactory. A dentist might link yellow teeth with some acute disease and prescribe instant treatment but I never actually minded them. My bottom set of teeth were a mess. It looked as if a newbie carpenter had experimented with them and failed. But they were hardly visible, thanks to my lower lips An year ago my right incisor started protruding forward, not too much but it used to stand out distinctly and my canines used to stand out like a Vampire's teeth. Close relatives and family used to say, "You look cute". Only then did i take this bold and sometimes regretful-sometimes intelligent, decision of getting braces.
Picking the right guy:
Remember, always choose the right dentist. Well thankfully i did. Just a week later, when i decided that i was ready for braces i began hunting for a right dentist... But oh! What a pain it was, choosing one... Hundreds of dentists to pick from. I honestly began to feel, how it was possible that every locality had 7-8 dentists? Finally I zeroed down on one clinic. But when I went for the first consultation i wasnt very convinced, besides they said the ortho.. would take a month to arrive. I was desperate to get braces as soon as possible and get over with them. So we decided to consult someone else. After hours of browsing we found a nice network of dental clinics, thankfully one of their branches was close to where I stay; so we decided to give it a try.
The trailor:
The first time I met my dentist, I was convinced that I could trust this person with my teeth, probably because of his straightforward and honest nature. Unlike the other doctors (in general) whom i've met, he was honest with everything and told us everything about the treatment... The fruitful end and the thorny path that stretched endlessly infront of it. This little glimpse of what awaited me made me reconsider my decision and wonder whether I could actually pull it off. Finally after days of deliberation and contemplation I decided that I would. And this is where the real story starts.
And it starts:
The horror started when my dentist proudly presented before me two coloured 'rubber bands' no larger than half the diameter of my little finger. I asked him what they were for, without any answer he took some strange makeup tweezer like thing and forced the rubberbands between my molars. He said they were to create 'gaps' within my teeth to make space for the metal disks that were to be inserted so that he could fix the braces. Ouch! That was painful. But after a few moments it felt fine. He asked me how it was and I very cooly replied, "It's good. No pain." I reached home and only then did the rubberbands start their work. The pain was very dull and monotonous. It was definitely bearable but very irritating. There it went on, for hours; when I could no longer stand it, i popped in the live-saving painkiller. And yes, very soon it was gone.
The bomb shellt:
The rubber band session was over and I once again went to my dentist. He seemed very convinced with the progess that my teeth were exhibiting. But then he threw the bomb shell. He said, "You need an extaction. Luckily only one." I was horrified. My much dreaded fear came true. He said that he could do it on the same day if I wished. I wasn't ready... I wasn't mentally prepared to accept the fact that I was about to lose one precious tooth. I declined his offer. Reading the fear that clearly glimmered on my face he said that he would wait until the x-ray reports arrived, just to re-check if an extraction was really necessary. There was hope, alright.
The unexpected guest:
And Yipeee! The dentist declared that I didn't need an extraction, much to my relief. But, he said that i was about to get my braces that day. What? I wasn't prepared this either. I am that kind of person who prefers a warning before anything unexpected, you know... just to be prepared. I was freaked out, but then i decided that sooner or later i had to get them. But that wasn't the real problem. I birthday was around the corner and braces meant no tasty food, let alone 'tasty' no SOLID FOOD {For a while though}, but when you are a foodie, that is bad news. But somehow, probably because of the pursuation by my dentist and mother i said,
"Okay"
May 2nd 2012. It was the day all my problems began... Just a few days before my much awaited birthday, I got a new companion. Or let me say... my teeth got a few buddies who now toy, bully and tame them like hostel matrons and wardens. Braces.
With experience come all the answers
Previously at the sight of anyone with braces, I used to watch those wired marvels with awe and wonder how they were fastened to their place and how they refused to move inspite of all the fatty and gooey eatables one conusmed. Little did I know that I would very soon have the answer to all those questions.
My teeth-before:
Just a few years ago I had a decent set of upper teeth, that occasionally used to turn yellow but otherwise they were satisfactory. A dentist might link yellow teeth with some acute disease and prescribe instant treatment but I never actually minded them. My bottom set of teeth were a mess. It looked as if a newbie carpenter had experimented with them and failed. But they were hardly visible, thanks to my lower lips An year ago my right incisor started protruding forward, not too much but it used to stand out distinctly and my canines used to stand out like a Vampire's teeth. Close relatives and family used to say, "You look cute". Only then did i take this bold and sometimes regretful-sometimes intelligent, decision of getting braces.
Picking the right guy:
Remember, always choose the right dentist. Well thankfully i did. Just a week later, when i decided that i was ready for braces i began hunting for a right dentist... But oh! What a pain it was, choosing one... Hundreds of dentists to pick from. I honestly began to feel, how it was possible that every locality had 7-8 dentists? Finally I zeroed down on one clinic. But when I went for the first consultation i wasnt very convinced, besides they said the ortho.. would take a month to arrive. I was desperate to get braces as soon as possible and get over with them. So we decided to consult someone else. After hours of browsing we found a nice network of dental clinics, thankfully one of their branches was close to where I stay; so we decided to give it a try.
The trailor:
The first time I met my dentist, I was convinced that I could trust this person with my teeth, probably because of his straightforward and honest nature. Unlike the other doctors (in general) whom i've met, he was honest with everything and told us everything about the treatment... The fruitful end and the thorny path that stretched endlessly infront of it. This little glimpse of what awaited me made me reconsider my decision and wonder whether I could actually pull it off. Finally after days of deliberation and contemplation I decided that I would. And this is where the real story starts.
And it starts:
The horror started when my dentist proudly presented before me two coloured 'rubber bands' no larger than half the diameter of my little finger. I asked him what they were for, without any answer he took some strange makeup tweezer like thing and forced the rubberbands between my molars. He said they were to create 'gaps' within my teeth to make space for the metal disks that were to be inserted so that he could fix the braces. Ouch! That was painful. But after a few moments it felt fine. He asked me how it was and I very cooly replied, "It's good. No pain." I reached home and only then did the rubberbands start their work. The pain was very dull and monotonous. It was definitely bearable but very irritating. There it went on, for hours; when I could no longer stand it, i popped in the live-saving painkiller. And yes, very soon it was gone.
The bomb shellt:
The rubber band session was over and I once again went to my dentist. He seemed very convinced with the progess that my teeth were exhibiting. But then he threw the bomb shell. He said, "You need an extaction. Luckily only one." I was horrified. My much dreaded fear came true. He said that he could do it on the same day if I wished. I wasn't ready... I wasn't mentally prepared to accept the fact that I was about to lose one precious tooth. I declined his offer. Reading the fear that clearly glimmered on my face he said that he would wait until the x-ray reports arrived, just to re-check if an extraction was really necessary. There was hope, alright.
The unexpected guest:
And Yipeee! The dentist declared that I didn't need an extraction, much to my relief. But, he said that i was about to get my braces that day. What? I wasn't prepared this either. I am that kind of person who prefers a warning before anything unexpected, you know... just to be prepared. I was freaked out, but then i decided that sooner or later i had to get them. But that wasn't the real problem. I birthday was around the corner and braces meant no tasty food, let alone 'tasty' no SOLID FOOD {For a while though}, but when you are a foodie, that is bad news. But somehow, probably because of the pursuation by my dentist and mother i said,
"Okay"
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