I had an orthodontist appointment today.

I could really just end this entry there, right? Orthodontist = pain. pain = ouchie = not a happy camper.

But I feel the need to say more. And I have an intense need for sympathy. It won’t help the pain - but a few “poor CeCe” s will most definitely take my mind off of things for a bit.

I had originally logged on for a few minutes - but due to some personal things going on in addition to the fact that I can’t hardly speak, I decided to log off and get some rest. I’m heading to my wonderful bed in just a few more seconds.

I haven’t been wearing my rubberbands like I should - and today I paid the price. When my ortho told me that he had a little something for me - I knew he wasn’t talking about a trip to Tiffany’s - or a nice screw in the little dentist chair. Not that I would do such a thing with my ortho at all. He’s a sweetheart - but … I don’t think so. He’s a bit too much into the whole pain thing for me.

I have, what feels like, 4 rubber bands made out of the toughest rubber ever! Condoms should be made out of this rubber - but if they were - not only would they kill any chances anyone would have of getting a VD - but it would also kill any chances of ever having an orgasm during the sex act. These rubber bands are as stretchy as a pair of lycro shorts worn by a fat lady during the summer months. These rubber bands are about as stretchy as a piece of rope made out of steel. There is no give in these things whatsoever - so I’m basically talking like my mouth is wired shut. The pain is so intense that I want to keep my mouth closed forever - and even with my mouth closed and my lips pressed tightly together in some sort of prayer for an early death, the rubber bands are STILL trying to get my mouth closed even tighter. There is no doubt in my head that something is moving where my teeth are concerned - and I’m sure it’s bone - some bone lodged deep with in my jaw that is refusing to come to the party-o-pain.

I have had thicker wires - which was painful. I have accidently hit myself in the damn mouth a time or two - and that is painful. But these rubberbands give pain a whole new definition.

So I can’t log on right now. I’m on alerts - and if I feel like it I’ll answer. If not - don’t take it personally - it just means that the drugs kicked in and I’m drooling on my pillow with out you. Hopefully the pain will be better tomorrow after work and I’ll log in and do a few calls. I am also hoping that the tolerance for this pain increases or whatever - so I can log on this weekend, too. But we will see. If you want to speak to me and you don’t see me on - make an appointment to talk. I promise I will do my best to be here and take your call. It always feels like there will always be pain - but the truth is - by tomorrow I will be much better. Sleep and Advil will make sure of that!

Talk soon…