Of Moles and Molars

I spent more time at the orthodontist's today than I have since I originally got my braces! =(

I missed third period completely to go have my first appointment with my new orthodontist, Dr. Adab. I had already postponed my normal appointment for Homecoming Assembly, and besides that, a wire had broken loose, ripping one of the things that holds it in place right off. That meant they had to replace it and put in new wires, top and bottom. (BTW, call me wierd, but I like the feeling of my braces being tightened. Not so much the dull toothache afterward, just the feeling that they're actually moving into a normal position.) When it come to the top row, the assistant kept cutting the wire too short, so she decided to put it in, then cut it. Yeah. Let's just say my mouth may never be the same size it once was.

I got back to school in time for most of "Mole Day" in Chemistry. For those of you who haven't heard about Mole Day, it's named after Avogadro's number (6.022 * 10²³), the number of atoms in 12 g of Carbon-12. I think it sould be on June 22, but that would be during vacation, so it's good that it's not. Mrs. Colclaugh has people bring in puns on "mole," and we all watch a student-made Mole-cumentery. Steph, Sarah, Erik, and Bronson did this years, which was a spoof on safety videos. I brought Mole-chi and attempted to prepare it in the microwave, but it fell flat. Oh well.

At lunch I went over to eat with Saylor and... umm... I guess I'll just have to ask her name again tomorrow. Anyway, not my normal bunch, but sometimes I need a change of pace. I wasn't much company though, because the new wire on my braces had slipped out a bit and was latching onto the inside of my mouth every few chews or words. By the end of choir I had a sore spot the size of a dime.

So of course I had to go back. After the assistant sniped it shorter, Dr. Adab looked into my mouth and discovered that Dr. Parrott (the previous orthodontist, and yes, his name is pronounced that way) had decided not to put a brace on some of my molars. That, she explained, is why the wire keeps slipping out: it doesn't take a lot to put pressure on an inch-long piece of wire to get pulled out by chewing. She told the assistant to put spaces between my teeth so I can come back in a week to put the rest of the equipment in.

Easier said than done. A spacer is a ring that, although it's small, is five or ten times thicker than floss. The assistant attaches two pieces of floss to the spacer, then wraps them around her fingers and tries to force the spacer into the gap between my molars. The floss breaks. She tries again. The spacer goes in, but pops right back out. After the third try, she calls over another assistant, saying that her fingers have lost circulation from the floss tied around them. Finally, the last spacer goes in, and my dad and Lori take me back to my mom's house.

I decided a while ago that I would start taking walks around the neighborhood, (Tuscany neighborhood, btw) but so far have come up with excuses. I finally got around to it today, so there's something for me to be happy about.

Hmm, what else... My eye has been twitching for the last hour. I still need to do homework, so See you all later!