Monday, February 13, 2006
(listening to: Brand New - Quiet things that no one knows)
So, today started just like any other (well that's a lie: parents are in Barcelona), so I'm "in charge" (another lie: Ryan is keeping an eye on us). Slept in, wasn't meeting Katie as planned, missed first bus, remembered I had to make own lunch, missed 2nd bus etc.
So, I was in a less than happy mood. And I had orthodontist. Wasn't looking forward to this as I had broken a bit of my braces (which usually incurs the wrath of Mr Tan)
So, when I got there, I showed him the broken bit of my braces, and he began inspecting my teeth (which, at first I thought was a search for traces of sweets: the archenemy of braces).
"how do you feel about your teeth?"
"they've come on a long way"
"Good: I'm removing your braces"
And that he did.
He had to give me a set of gum-shield type things which I have to wear so my teeth don't relapse. (as shown above)
How hard can it be?