I sat in my chair in the evening, my gums still bleeding and my mouth tender and went over my day. I certainly felt like a warrior but I'm not sure how my heart was, possibly a little chilled.
It started out good. I had arranged for mom to keep Wyatt because I knew two hours in the dentist's office would be a little trying for him. Mom needed to go to an appointment shortly after lunch and she wanted me back at her place as soon as possible.
There are a few things we aren't in control of, though. One of them is how long we spend in a dentist chair. I was very grateful for my careful dentist and how everything turned out but I did spend quite a bit of the almost-four hours rather tense and practicing my box-breathing. So when I finally was sitting in my vehicle, frozen and sore and bleeding and mom called and said she wanted to go to Steph, I asked if she would mind taking Wyatt with. There was no way I could make it to her place in half an hour and lunch seemed pretty high on my list right then.
I was supposed to wear my retainer right away but every time I put it in blood seeped down and around all my teeth. I looked a bit like a vampire, albeit a tired one. So each stop I made I pulled it out, mopped up the red and hoped for the best.
I stopped at Steph on my way home to pick up Wyatt and I ended up having coffee and fresh cookies that mom had baked with them.
Home at last, I put groceries away and made supper. I baked fish and fried potatoes and heated up one of my jars of canned carrots. Such a simple meal, but Pat thanked me a couple times. Possibly he was remembering a similar day last week when I served cereal and toast for supper. Who knows.
I sat sipping my tea, curled up in my chair. Really, everything went very well and my teeth looked so much better. I was so happy to be as far as I was on my braces journey.
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