A beautiful smile is always in style: Round Thirteen
They haven’t hurt me for a while, so I guess I was due.
My teeth haven’t seemed to improve much. The impacted tooth is still impacted. It hasn’t seemed to inch any closer to the gum, even though my Doc disagrees. “You’ve made tons of progress,” he said. But he hesitated to really pull hard on the teeth because I apparently “can’t handle it.”
“What’s this ‘can’t handle it’ stuff?” I asked him. “I can handle it.”
“Then how come whenever I touch your tooth, you scream?”
“Just fix them,” I told him. “I can handle it.”
Boooooooy was I wrong. He took me at my word, attaching invisible rubber bands between all my teeth which I can easily bet are strong enough to tug several large boats together. Granted, within an hour, my formerly sideways tooth (which had straightened out but sat a gap-width apart from the front teeth) magically moved over to where it should be. There’s virtually no gap left, which is amazing. But painful. Did I mention painful? It’s p-a-i-n-f-u-l. I’m not kidding.
To add to the misery, they put the band back onto the impacted tooth in an effort to drag it back down. I spent the bulk of the entire day attempting to sleep at Ry’s. I grovelled for a ride home, since I couldn’t fathom walking. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t eat. I still can’t. All I’ve had in 14 hours is a small bowl of soup and a large bowl of ice cream. The only good news is that, according to my doctor, I only have 6 months left of these ceramic bullets cemented to my teeth — and, at worst, 8 months. That means these could be off by my 28th birthday. I don’t know how that’s significant, but somehow it is.
In other news, our gas bill was a whopping $266 this month. We’re hardly ever home, and keep the heat low when we are. This leads me to believe that we have a gas leak (the smell of gas adds to this suspicion, as does the fact that the landlord admitted there’s a gas leak.) I’m calling NSTAR tomorrow to investigate. I refuse to waste my entire paycheck on a hole in the basement gas tank. Also, I refuse to freeze, although that’s looking like our next best alternative.
It’s going to be a long, cold winter. I think I’ll spend the entire time in other people’s houses, taking care of their children and eating their food.
Still toothless,
-A