At the ripe age of sixty-two I have acquired braces. Yes, braces. It seems my teeth are shifting and this is throwing off my bite and causing headaches. If this was ten or fifteen years ago I would be plagued with wires and such in order to move my teeth to their intended spot. But, I am now able to purchase the Invisalign version and life with braces is much simpler. Sort of…
Here’s a little story of my morning mess.
Every Monday I travel to the downtown clinic and every Monday I decided I deserve a Starbucks treat. Grande flat white with a Lemon Loaf. Delicious in every way. You must understand that eating with the braces in is impossible. My teeth are encased in hard, smooth plastic so chewing is not an option, plus my teeth do not line up properly, yet. I need to take them off every time I eat and then brush before putting them back in. Most Monday mornings I plan ahead for my Starbucks delight and take them out at home before beginning my commute. I have my tooth care kit with me and after consuming my treat, I arrive at the downtown destination and brush and floss.
Not this morning. Oh no, there was no planning ahead as I flew out of the house like it was on fire. Upon driving up to coffee nirvana and ordering, I realized the trays were still in my mouth. There sat my grande coffee, all rich, creamy and steaming; and my luscious loaf, all lemony, gooey and just waiting for a bite.
One of the directions for Invisalign is to always put them in their designated cases when they are out of ones mouth. This morning those cases were not convenient to me while driving, so I pried the trays out of my mouth and flung them in my purse. This in a desperate move to get to my breakfast.
All went well, driving, eating, swerving and drinking my way to work. I pulled in the parking spot and in my characteristic manner grabbed my bags and flung myself out of the car and into the building. This is when I began to worry that I may not have taken as much care as I should have with the braces. In the lobby I decided to put my mind at rest and make sure these things were still in my purse. I arrive at work at 6:30 am and am only one of three people there. I found the one tray but not the other. Hmmmm. I searched and searched, even taking out the contents of my bag to make sure I hadn’t missed it. After all, they are clear and evidently excel in hiding. But, no such luck. So, out to the car I go only to find it sitting on the passenger’s seat in plain sight.
I grabbed the trays and hurried up to the third floor, washed them off and popped them in my mouth. A few minutes later my supervisor, who is also an early bird at work, came up and handed me my wallet. Seems that when I emptied my purse looking for the trays, I left my wallet on a chair in the lobby. I am quite sure I am hanging on by a thread in life and that thread gets shorter and shorter on a daily basis.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I am starting to treat the Invisaligns as I do my shoes and bra. Upon getting home at the end of my day, I fling off these items and wherever they land is where they stay until I clean up before going to bed. Okay, truthfully, they may stay there longer than that. The husband and I are empty nesters, so since it’s just us in the house, I’ve become more lax in the picking up of lingerie than before. If you come over at the end of the day you will find shoes and silkies out on display.
(I’m not sure which items bother the husband more, the shoes placed so he trips over them or the bra hanging on whatever door knob is closest to where I took it off.)
magicalmess 