From the age of metal to plastic was sprawled face
birthday. Tablets, tubes, envelopes, x-rays, blisters, insomnia, exhaustion, difficulty breathing, caring, dizziness, infection, dots, brackets, elastic pulls, screws, pain, pleasure, exercise, paralepsias ... I think it was the longest year I've experienced, but so far I have masters.
I removed the metal visible, all live without a release device. The teeth are so soft, it seems that we only notice things when we remove them. Now I use a retainer, a plastic half-way between a boxer ready to fit a blow and yayo denture that fits over the teeth. While I recognize that it's more fun to see the glass in the morning in the bathroom, with its Blue particular, for cleaning pads, teeth floating and doubt over how many years I have. Skip to look like a grown-up teen a toothless grandmother at once is a bit strange, especially considering that around 30.
short finely
this process is a pain. Long and hard if not eternal. I still have revisions to the implant, assessment of paralysis and decide if I removed two screws from the nose happy.
face half the notoriety and sense of restraint has not disappeared, it seems I have hired someone to follow me with his fingers holding my face. The right side of the face is the worst is, if I look smile in the mirror and look like the wrinkled face icon.
Although everything has its advantages, now the teeth collide, strange feeling by the way, I can chew more, something that appreciates my stomach, I see so much gum that looks that gets to the front, and every day I shudder when I think close your mouth.
Test passed ... in the background, and although I note too: I'm happy.
Thank you all for putting up with my neuroses, my wanderings, my hugs and my ups and downs.
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