In celebration of soft lips and eskimo kisses

Exciting trip to the gorgeous Mr Harper today. My teeth have moved superfast and he says after the next adjustment I will start going to the co-clinics - which are Orthodontic and Surgical...so we'll start discussing THE OPERATION!!!

Also, it seems I may have to have my wisdom teeth out, all four of them! Bummer eh? They all came in with no problem and are strong and healthy but may be surplus to requirements. Irony. THAT'S irony Alanis.

So, here's a pic of my new braces.



They are PINK! Supercute, which means they match some of my lipglosses and that I will probably buy more lipglosses and make up to match as well. Girly = good!

On the way back to London I thought about dying on the operating table and other things, which leads me neatly to my next post which is about....

Another 7 weeks, another check up.

I wanted to tell you guys some good news. But on this occasion I really think that there is none to tell!

So, early estimates are - another eight to ten months before I'll be ready for the operation.

I've been brushing my teeths really well hygiene-wise, but my gums are taking a real beating...I have to lay off 'em - you have to be careful cos otherwise it all goes wrong.

Also, the killing neck/back/head pain I've been waking up with each morning is caused by muscle tension radiating from my jaw. I have to try and relax my jaw. The only problem with this is that if I do relax my jaw, I look like I've had a stroke!

No more chewing gum either.

Mr Harper is still as dashing as ever. But it didn't make me feel any better this time.

Next appt with him is on the 21st December (festive!) and I will be having the dreaded SPACERS again. Yeuch.

Please all pray to the God of Braces for me.

This morning I went to my handsome orthodontist and asked him for pain relief...he was shocked that I am still in pain from my braces considering I've worn them for 1 month 2 weeks and 5 days. He suggested maybe I wasn't a great candidate for the surgery, (it's MUCHOS painful) and I was like "NO! It's fine! I am!!"

He never prescribes pain killers for braces pain apparently. I did feel like a total wimp watching these teenagers saunter in and out with nary a hint of anxiety.

Oh well, back to the drawing board!! If any of you have powerful and/or prescribed pain killers that you no longer need, send them to me!!!

I chose blue O-rings today and am getting two blue hair extensions woven in my hair. I say embrace the braces and accessorise, my brother says "You'll look like a goth Mira".

The news, I had been half dreading, half wishing for.

I am getting my braces on the 28th November. That's TWENTY days away.

In a farewell to my teeth, I am holding a GOODBYE MIRA'S TEEF PARTY on 25th November at my place.

Bring me steak, bring me toffee apples, bring me peanut brittle and rock to chew on. Bring me anything tasty and chewy or hard so I can gorge over this final weekend of naked teethness.

I am scared and excited. I am depressed and relieved.

I am a big huge mess of emotions.

Come, celebrate with me and watch me descend into a weeping, hysterical, glorious mess!!

:)

You're all invited Ljers xxx

Back to Reading again last night to make my appointment with Dr Harper in the morning. After a nightmare in the parking lot, Dad and I managed to negotiate our way through the long twisting corridors and get to the desk only five minutes late. As soon as we hit the traffic snarl in the car park I had put a call through to the receptionist so that they knew I'd be tardy. [I absolutely hate being late, and I think not calling to warn people is incredibly rude - I advise you all to do this if you find yourself in similar predicaments!]

Mr Harper was smiley and gorgeous as ever. I don't think he fancies me - which is probably a good thing, but I put it down to having to use my Mum's make up this morning. She doesn't have any Touche Eclat so I looked a bit tired-eyed.

Despite him not being attracted to me in any way, it didn't stop him from filling my mouth with sticky gunk...it was mint flavoured putty cement which he used to take more moulds of my mouth. Mr Harper has a box full of moulds of my teeth from as far back as 1993! You can see the progression of my jaw through the years underlining my need for eventual surgery. Silly disobedient bones!

I also had another photo-session. The least flattering of which involved a mirror in my mouth and two "lip pullers" drawing back my upper and lower lips. It's very hard to look attractive when your lips are turned inside out. Maybe I should have pretty things like butterflies tattoed into the insides of them. Anyway, if any of you have that Tool album with the orthodontic graphics, thats how I looked today!

I didn't get to see my bone scan as Mr Tomlins, my operating surgeon wasn't around and hadn't received it back. I hope it came out OK!! I don't think I'd like to go through that again.

The next stage is a consultation in November using all the info from the investigations, scans, xrays, pictures and moulds and decide on the plan of treatment. Wonder if I'll be in braces before Christmas...