#actorbraces

[thelittlestrange]

I'm done...

...just kidding. I wish I was finished with this whole braces thing, but it only seems to have gotten worse. 

I went to the ortho a couple days ago, and he said that Steve decided to bond to the bone during this whole thing...meaning that the tooth can't move into position EVEN THOUGH there's an open space there. So I'm going to have to get him removed after all and have a fake tooth screwed in (to put it simply). 

Now, I know this isn't anyone's fault. Stuff happens that's out of our control. So I'm not really bitter about it...anymore...besides, I'm moving to North Carolina for school, and they have an awesome school of dentistry that I'm gonna apply to. Not as a student, but as a patient. If they don't choose me, I can always go to another office in Durham. But I hope Chapel Hill chooses me as a patient!

My ortho said I'm probably gonna have to have jaw surgery as well. I'm saving that for either winter or summer break, y'all. Actor's don't have time to be all wrapped up in not talking NAM SAYIN'. But I'm letting go of my pride and my impatience now in order to get this over with.

I'm always wearing rubber bands again, but this time I'm doubling up at night. I know I know...I've heard that it doesn't help to double up, but I'm so desperate! And I'm still putting bands on Steve in the crazy hope that he'll move anyway, despite the advice from a trained professional...?? I'm an idiot.  

[thelittlestrange]

Nighttime routines and other such nonsense...

Sometimes, as I am gently falling asleep to the same David Rakoff interview that I've listened to 3-4 times a night for the past week, I wonder if I really have to floss every night. I have flossed every night since the second day with my braces (the first night was too painful), and sometimes I don't wanna do it. I don't. Oral health be damned. Still, I floss...and I must say that my gums have never looked healthier than they do now. Despite the less-than-attractive aesthetics of my oral accoutrements and the constant feeling that my incisors are going to pop out whenever I attempt to eat a sandwich...these braces are turning out to be the best thing that ever happened to my teeth. #surprise My speech is almost completely flawless (thanks to years of speech therapy and an appreciation for the clear enunciation of ones thoughts), but I still look odd trying to sing serious, melancholy ballads. My lips tend to get in the way of my braces (or vice versa) when I try to contort them along with the rest of my face into some sort of believable and meaningful portrayal of sincere inner turmoil. It is, in short, a challenge. And still...I sing, I practice, I speak. And still, I floss and eat and teach. And as self conscious as I am about my rows of wire, metal, and cement...white on top and silver on the bottom...I cannot give myself any excuse to not continue to work my hardest and expect more from my performances. I apologize for the melancholia in this post, but I'm in a David Rakoff kind of mood...and as for the sentence structure, I would agree with David's opinion: "...I like a little ranty sandwich of a sentence of or a lasagna of a sentence..." So I'm in a ranty sandwich kind of mood. Goodnight, all!