Wednesday, October 22, 2008
I feel like a kid again.
And its not because of the 80's clothes that are back. Teenagers can wear leggings and long, belted shirts, but I won't be joining any time soon. My flashbacks have more to do with pain, humiliation and long suffering than trying to figure out how many pairs of colored socks I can wear at once.
I now have a retainer. Actually a night guard to keep me from grinding my teeth, prevent waking up with headaches and hopefully stop my teeth from seeking out their original positions in my jaw. As I put it on last night, those memories of my early teenage years came flooding back.
Thank the heavens above I didn't have to go back this far in time. Braces are bad enough, but a headgear? That was like taping a huge sign on my head saying, "Please mock and torment me." Thank you, mom, for not making me wear it to school more than once. Occasionally I still have dreams that I am trying to force my headgear on after forgetting to wear it all week.
Shortly after the glorious day when the headgear was banished, the braces were taken off, and I could finally run my tongue over my shiny, straight, strangely smooth teeth, I was given the retainer. Mine was rainbow striped with a red heart in the middle. I never lost my retainer, unlike my friend Mindee, who seemed to get a new one (and get to choose cool new color combinations) every other week.
Since I had been so careful with my retainer as a kid, I was horrified last night when I couldn't find my brand new night guard, which is a very boring clear color. I couldn't even remember bringing it into the house after my appointment. I had taken my kids with me to the dentist, and worried that I had left my brain at the office along with the new dental appliance. But luckily, I found it in the car. My brain and my retainer.
I sheepishly put the night guard on and climbed into bed, ready for an uncomfortable night. I rolled over and smiled at my dh. He grinned back with a mouth full of metal and rubber bands.
We are quite the pair.