Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Poke, poke, poke

I'm one of those masochists who pride themselves on their high pain thresholds and "toughing it out". I went through unmedicated, induced labor with my first child. I got through a cracked rib with rare complaint. I've dealt with intense pain in my jaw and migraines for years without going stark-raving mad.

But I cannot--cannot--deal with those poky little wires on my braces. You know, the ones in the back that rub sores on the insides of your cheeks whenever your braces shift. I was all proud of myself when I first got my braces because I would forgo the wax in order to produce those handy dandy callouses even quicker. In 6 months I have not used wax once. Not once! I know, I sound like one of those moms who think they are superior because they braved natural childbirth. But seriously, I want the callouses. I don't want to rely on wax.

But for the past 2 days the top wire on my right side has been poking me and dragging across my cheek whenever I open my mouth, making a nice tender sore. I'd go right to the OD to get it snipped, but as I said before it's a MAJOR pain in the arse to get in there, and I work all day and can't take too much time off. So I have to deal until Dec 6, when I go back for my regular appointment.

I'm sitting here very, very tempted to get out the wax. It's there, in the bathroom, next to my floss, calling to me, taunting me....


At 8:04 PM, Blogger Mrs. Shanton said...

Get the wa-ax... Get the wa-ax!


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