Author of BRUISED and HIGH AND DRY, magician's wife, mom.
Spinning plates in the air, ducking for cover.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
I went to my new dentist this morning and he said he thinks I need braces for my overbite! GAH! Apparently my two dominant uppers are like grinding down my defenseless lowers. (Do you think I'm stressed?)
I managed to survive all of adolescence and my twenties without a retainer or braces so I have no intention of going down without a fight.
I've got a consult with an orthodontist next Wednesday. I've already refused a mouthguard at night because I've tried it before and it didn't end well.