September 8, 2009

• FREEDOM.

  

  Today, after three years and five months of being metal-mouth, I am braces-free.

  It started out terrifying, with brackets being popped off and an evil drill-like tool to remove the cement that jarred my entire head. Then, my teeth got polished with this strange cinnamon-y goo. And then, I was allowed to brush my new teeth. I can't stop licking them -- I know that probably sounds kind of gross, but if you've experienced this phenomenon, you know exactly what I'm talking about.

  Then I got my picture taken, for their records and for the wall of new smiles. Haha. One with Dr. Hal, because he's great. That one I got to keep, which makes me happy. And then, he handed me maracas, and he grabbed a tambourine (because, he "is the doctor".) - and we were just about to dance down the hall to "Respect" by Aretha Franklin, when the CD stopped. My dad and I cracked up -- LOWMAN LUCK strikes again. So, with the song started over, my orthodontist and I danced down the red carpet rolled out in the hall with the noisemakers, and I was presented to the world a new woman.

  It's a good day.

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