The braces are on. They don’t feel great. And I only cried twice. Seriously.
I went to the orthodontist this morning, and I must have REALLY made an impression on the guy last week (over the phone) because everyone knew who I was, and I don’t think they knew me in a really great way. I basically told the ortho on Thursday how it was going to be. I was not going to pay for the braces in full (there had to be more than a $600 discount – he’s charging me at cost) and I would not be taking out a loan, I would pay his office directly, with no interest. I was pretty harsh, but really. When have you known me to NOT be harsh?
And one assistant had the audacity to ask me if I was excited about getting the braces today.
I started to break down once before they put the braces on (we went with the clear ceramic ones – I thought they were porcelain, but whatever. I’ve never had these before.) I then broke down again when they said they wanted to see me on October 20. When I explained that Oct. 20 was my wedding anniversary, we moved it to October 15. Not the greatest, but whatever.
All of the paperwork (rules, guidelines, what you can/cannot eat) is geared towards teens. I may have to scan one sheet in and post it. It’s ridiculous. Nobody should ever be that excited to have braces.
But, they’re here and I’m bummed. Not a good start to my week.