Week 2 Brace Face

HIIIIIYYYYEEEEEE!
I was having a kind of shitty day yesterday so I didn't post but yesterday was 2 weeks with braces.
So many weird malfunctions yesterday. I was taking my daughter to school and the stoplight was not working. I could see the lights perpendicular to me were going from green to green+green arrow, back and forth and back. My light stayed red, I was about the third car in line. I know we all realized this after about 5 minutes. I wasn't about to sit there my whole life make my daughter late to school, so I backed up a few feet, got into the right lane, turned right, then in a beautiful instant flipped a cheecahno u-dturn (you have to read that with the accent) and was on my way again. I thought I was high when I asked my daughter, "is it me or does it seem like we've been sitting at this light for forever?" She confirmed I was not, in fact, high. I love that she just started to be able to determine time and dates and the like, and help a Mama out in these times when I think I'm crazy.

So then I get to work and lo and behold, my letter P wont work. My luck turns out that I have a "p" in my last name/sign on. great. After some troubleshooting of my own, including switching out keyboards, I diagnosed the problem as a software issue. Called the IT, they logged off an open ghost session I have no control of, and voila. On with the rest of my life again. :)

Even though I was in a bad mood most of the rest of the day, I tried not to get too pissed or annoyed, successfully avoided any conflict, and got shit done. I know today'll be a better day--when the only other direction is up--and because I took my crazy pills today. Well, not really they're actually Thyroid hormone pills because 3/4 of my Thyroid gland is GONE. yeah. So I'm kind of a bitch when I am all imbalanced. At least I know why and that I need to be that much more conscientious of taking them in the morning. I never forget them! Been so stressed out lately that some things just spill over. But spilling that over is like blood on the floor. :/

Well here's week 2's update!

 Still crooked, still have scrapes, cuts, and raw parts inside my cheeks but its not AS bad. Just getting used to it, and my mouth is getting tougher. I am still getting new sore spots. Flossing is a pain in the butt, but I hate not flossing so I do it. I brush at least 4x a day, after every time I eat, even snacks. I feel like a constant bad breath, but I ordered a breath spray from Melaleuca, works pretty good. It's kind of like Binaca--remember that stuff? lol. I dont chew gum. Its too hard to. Its also pretty hard to cover my inside hooks with wax. eh.

So yah, I don't think they've moved at all yet. maybe microscopically.

I have a slight complex because my loving bf said he fell in love with all of me, including my teeth, and that he'll think I'll look weird/ugly with straight teeth. Well I think about that too, and I know I'll look great but I understand what he means. I think guys are just crap at seeing potential and I know he'll love me more then not because of my teeth but because we will be that much closer and longer together. And I won't have hooks inside my mouth anymore.
Note to self: Do a working slideshow of my braces progress months 1-6 @6 months with weekly photos. Que bueno idea.


Also, Happy Frigin Birthday SISTAR!!!!! ha ha, you're old! lol jk.... love ya!!!

yep. it was like that, except DOUBLE the ice cream and DOUBLE the fudge.

heaven.

Thanks for sharing ur Bday with me, Sis! <3

hasta luego Pandaritos! ♪ª£¡♫

Why. WHY?!?

WHY did no one tell me I was going to have canker sores on every corner and surface of the inside of my mouth? WHY did no one tell me they were going to fuckin HURT? my teeth? fine, sensitive, but just fine. my cheeks inside? could no one have thought to mention this??

WHY did no one tell me I'd have HOOKS on the bands on the INSIDE of my back four teeth, making it virtually impossible to perform unmentionable bedroom and, may I add VERY IMPORTANT, tasks!??? W.T.F!!! NO one really thought these were imperatives in my decision to get braces? really, NO ONE??

This shit better get better or... or... or else!!! >:[

Now I will painfully continue to eat my borracho and mucho mango arizona. As a huge canker sore gets caught on a wire each and every time I open and close my mouth, like a jump rope getting stuck on a stone each time it passes the ground. yeah, you have no idea.

Pandar loves.

Pandar can also be an insensitive, inconsiderate bitch sometimes (fuck you, HORMONES! you're a bitch, HORMONES!). Then I start treating the people I love most in a way I'd never treat them when rationality resides in me. Why, why, why, I ask myself! Then closely follows is the feeling like a totally shitty person guilt. I might as well shank a innocent kitten at this point and it couldn't make me feel any worse. And I adore kittens. So then sometimes my loved ones avoid me like the plague. I often deserve it, and being treated the way I dish out will get me back to how I should be. But I am so tired of letting the bad get to the best of me. I've tried reminding myself to be really aware when I start to get irritated or oversensitive. I still let my crappy mood steal my soul and leave me to clean up the blood on the floor. There's always more negative stuff going on right when I need to resist it, or I just notice it more, or both. Why I feel I have to fight with my emotions? Why can't we just get along? lol.

Seriously though, I know the "negative" feelings are just sending me signals to pay attention to whatever I need to pay attention to at the time. Which I am totally fine with. Maybe its just being able to communicate that to the people around me sans bitchtitude/sourface. Its so fuckin hard to smile when in a toxic environment (not talking about oil in the ocean or car smog, just my workplace!). I used to have a nice transition time from the time I get off work (where much negativity dwells, like on a ridiculous level) to the time I am home and ready to be a mom/girlfriend/housewoman. I miss that. But the lack of my little transition time doesn't allow me to treat others like shit. fml.