It's over and official. When I got my reminder calls from my orthodontist last week, they told me it takes roughly ninety minutes to put braces on, and they were absolutely right. Makes sense that they would know what they're talking about considering they do that sort of thing every day. I entered their office around 10:20 this morning and left just before noon looking like the character of Jaws from the 1979 James Bond movie, Moonraker. No pain, just an odd sensation of pressure being applied to my teeth. I knew that keeping my braces clean would be a challenge, but dinner this evening was a harsh reminder. After eating I checked my teeth in the mirror only to find large pieces of food caught in the brackets and wires. And to think I get paranoid if I suspect I have a small piece of food caught in my upper teeth. The next couple of years are going to be quite interesting.
I must say that I'm enjoying watching my N.Y. Giants lay a smack down on the hapless Atlanta Falcons as we reach halftime.
On a journey to the heart of darkness and futility.
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