Sam recently had braces put back on his teeth. It was what I call phase III in a long orthodontic treatment. He was none too happy with the prospect of having to put up with the horrible things for another year, possibly 18 months. I took him to his appointment on a Friday morning a couple weeks ago. Mark and I had agreed to pay a little bit extra and let him have the transparent braces. As completely grumpy as he was that morning, he hugged me in the dentist office and thanked me for allowing him this "extravagance".
When he got home from school, he was in a bad way. Mark and the other boys were getting ready to go for a bike ride, and I strongly suggested that he go along to get his mind in another place. He did, but went on roller-blades He was back first so I guessed that he had decided to turn back around at some point. No, he had sprinted back up the hill (and beat everyone on bikes!) " because I wanted to feel the pain in my legs more than the pain in my head!"
Last Friday I got braces for the second time. It was the last thing I wanted at the moment. Anyway, Mom got me up Friday morning and drove me to the dentist. On the way she told me that they decided to let me at least have clear braces on top which I was very grateful for. It took them about an hour to put them on and I went back to school for the second period. That afternoon I faked being in a good mood despite the fact that I felt like my head would explode. When I got back home I couldn't take it anymore. Mom and Dad were very understanding and let me be in a bad mood. It took about a week for me to be able to eat again. Thursday night I was able to eat a sub at Subway and yesterday I had tacos. Unfortunately now my braces are tearing up the inside of my cheek and that is very painful . Ah, the joys of having braces!