|06:01 pm - focus on minutia|
It's kind of amusing how much the trip to the orthodontist felt like it could be turned into a cartoon. Zoom in to the mouth, with much accompanying carpentry noises, and behold a winch and cable assembly being tightened like a rack to drag the teeth into order like pickets in a fence.
The only problem is that somewhere along the line the bottle of ibuprofen that normally lives in my backpack got loose and wandered off, so it's only just now getting home that I have been able to take anything for what has been some growing irritation and pain.
On the up side, I don't have to go back for ten weeks, unless I need them to clip the ends of my wires or something. On the downside, part of the reason I get that long of a reprieve is a combination of elastic bands I get to wear at night, and this long springy coil of wire that is currently stretched between my canine and the anchor tooth four teeth back. It is, of course, desperately trying to recoil and take my canine with it - but that being the entire point I can't exactly bring myself to complain too loudly.
Ah, and there is what I love about ibuprofen - pretty much 30 minutes on the dot is how long it takes to kick in.