As I walk out of the orthodontist, I feel defeated.
Another appointment, another power chain. Along with the power chain, I have a new set of rubber bands that are supposed to be put on different teeth.
I can already feel the dull pain making it’s way to my mouth. I swallow thickly and remind myself I will be done in six months, according to the snooping I did on my personal chart.
Six months, roughly four appointments, lots of Advil, and Mac & Cheese.
I can do this.
This is too real:( Good luck!
Ugh, thank you! I know I will need it. I feel like I am one of the only ones with braces left, and then I go to the orthodontist and realize that there are kids who have four more years of this…so I have that going for me!:)