Teeth

It has come to my attention today, that there are friends I did not know about who read this blog. Well, welcome, and hope you have come to stay.

Today, I will blog about a topic not particularly juicy, but interesting to me nonetheless.

If you make yourself really really small, like maybe half a cm tall, and stand on an adult human's lip, I guess teeth may seem something like the Stonehenge to you. Huge, old and immovable.

Imagine my surprise to find out that just like everything else, they rely on each other to stand, with balance pivoted on that point of leaning against the other. So when you take one away, like sleeping ogre children in a cot the adjacent ones wake up surprised, and rumble and grumble their way to making themselves heard.

Now imagine wiring them together and trying to pull them straight in a row.

Yes I just got braces put in. Not quite as traumatizing as I had imagined all these years, but not the most pleasant sensation either. Suffice to say that I am glad I waited for the right dentist, orthodontic options and ability to laugh at my own little scrapes to come along.

One day, I will tell you all about dentists’ nurses. Those ladies, who I usually find to be reserved with quiet compassion – they really have a good reason for that stoic expression. God bless their little souls for some of the literally twisted things they have had to see.