Wednesday, 17 October 2012
Virgin trains can use my tracks Mr Branson
I've gone and done it, the train tracks are on and even though you see me smile I have to say it's slightly forced.
Yes, I know I'm old and silly enough to make my own decisions, I have no parents to blame for enforcing me to go ahead with such drastic action to fix my wonky teeth, but I still can't help repeating the mantra "why oh why oh why oh why" in my head.
The past few days have been nothing short of nightmare, I feel like the makers of the Saw movie franchise have created a part just for me in SAW VII - Brutal Braces.
It's tag line would read - The Braces aren't there to fix her teeth, they're there to rip her mouth to shreds!!!!!!
I don't think there has been a day, hour or minute in the last few days where Rick has not heard me moan, bitch and whine like - well a person who has just had a big hunk of sharp metal put in their mouth
There is however, one possible highlight, I think I have lost a few pounds due to the fact that I have only been able to drink soups and smoothies for 5days, even my two year old twins have been eating more textured food than me. It is only today that I can finally bring my teeth together without feeling like they are about to explode. I long to be able to chew on a piece of chicken or even eat a sandwich, but that is still days away yet, although I'm still of the impression it might even be months.
If there's a lesson learnt here, it is, even if the dentist shouts at you for not brushing properly, never leave it 12 years before you return to the dentist!