Sunday, 2 October 2011

Smile!

So, I had Invisalign (clear plastic tray braces) fitted a few months ago

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I never liked my teeth, they were a little crooked and snaggly and obviously I never had the teen hell of braces. One of my poor friends had braces on both her upper and lower teeth, and I think the braces may have pre-dated stainless steel. She also had to wear head gear at night.

And then, in a small, mindless act, I knocked one of my front teeth clean out of my head. Despite having an amazing dentist who say me almost immediately, my poor tooth couldn't be saved.

I needed a tooth implant The dentist also suggested capping my teeth, to ensure my lovely new tooth didn't stand out against my red wine drinker teeth. And hey, while we are doing so much work, let's ensure the new tooth is a little wider, and more fitting to my mouth than the original tooth.

The Invisalign is to widen the space in my upper jaw where the implant will sit. Currently my Invisalign trays have a 'dummy tooth' to fill the space, as well as give me a front tooth in the short term. Essentially, I'm making over my entire smile.

If you want to know just how stupid, expensive and painful vanity is, I would refer you to my smile make over experience.

When my first trays were fitted, I was very pleased. By dinner on that first day, I was in agony. Somehow my brain did not make the connection that very expensive clear Invisaligns are indeed braces. I felt like my jaw was being clutched from inside my mouth. Day two, my husband and I went to dinner with friends, where all the jerks on my table, my so called dearest friends, ate juicy steaks, while I sucked on hot chips. I could not imagine a time where I would eat solids again.

A couple of months later and I can tell you I'm back on the solids which is great, because frankly, I'm all about the solids. I brush, rinse and floss my teeth every time I eat, which has erased any mindless snacking. I eat three times a day, and that is all.

I recognise how lucky I am to have this option afforded to me, how lucky I am to have an amazing dentist and private health insurance. But here's the thing. They hurt. A LOT. Everything tastes like braces. I can't wait to get them out. I can't wait to eat steak.

I can't wait to grin at myself in the mirror.

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