Ortho

Well yesterday I made a trip to my least favorite place in the world. *drumroll* The orthodontist. Okay you may be thinking "what's so bad about the orthodontist?" I admit it's a very helpful place. I have braces for almost two years now and I've gone from bucktoothed to straight which is very nice of course. When you have to go in every single month, however, it becomes something not so pleasant. When you first arrive you get your chart, which must have stuff in a different language on it (probably tooth language), and head to the back room. Once in there you sit in an uncomfortable chair in a room with about 100 different people (maybe not 100) and wait for somebody to show up and acknowledge your presence. Suddenly out of the middle of nowhere a hygenist jerks your chair down and switches a blinding light on overheard (are they trying to interrogate me or something?). She starts out working pretty fast and you start thinking "hey we'll be done in no time". What kind of a nut would think that. Pretty soon they start talking to each other and when they start talking heaven help us. (Okay they don't talk for that long but it sure feels like it.) As you sit there you hear strange conversations about Super Bowl parties, socks, and whether or not you should die your hair purple or a light green color. Then she leaves, by this time I'm about to fall asleep due to those boring conversations, and after a few minutes the orthodontist himself decides to show up. He says hello, looks at your teeth, and bids you goodbye. (Thank goodness for that.) That's one of the easy visits though. If you get your wires changed be prepared because that's when those hygenists decide to start talking and start hurting people. haha just kidding. It does hurt though I can tell you that. It took a lot of guts not to go screaming out the back door. :) And then of course when you have a lose bracket they have to take it off and replace it. To take it off they use a horrible gas that suffocates you. If you survive that ordeal you have to sit with a large tube in your mouth that glues your bracket back on. Then when that's finally over you slowly get up from your chair and get really dizzy from lying back so long. You stumble down the hall, find your parent, and head to (suprise suprise) make another appointment. Will it ever end? *sigh* All this had better be worth it.