Wired

I have been meaning to write for quite some time. But things have been getting in the way, especially my phone. I am hooked too much to Instagram and Twitter now. Most of the time, it's Instagram. You don't even need to ask what am I doing, at any given time. If I'm not working, I'd be scrolling down and checking the photos like mad. Now I feel like a freak, who checks out other people's lives incessantly.

Today marks the 10th day I'm wearing braces on my teeth.

On the 6th of March, I went in to see the doctor in a rush, as I tend to be a bit late for most of the appointments (especially after dad stopped coming along because of work) :p
But that day, I felt a bit more guilty. Because usually there would be other patients, who could go in first before I arrive for my turn. This time, it was only me. Okay, apparently he cleared some slots just for me. Never thought of that. Sorry again, doctor.

I opened my mouth, and automatically closed my eyes shut as usual. He asked me something, but I forgot what was the question. It was not about the colors of the braces, because I was ready with the answer. But he never asked the much awaited question. I felt like a school kid, ready with an answer..but the teacher simply skip her and taught something else instead. Oh, never mind. It was not important, really.

I was ready to grip my own hands if the pain came. But actually I never felt pain. He applied composite(?) to my teeth and stuck the brackets on them. Then he put on the wire. It was a bit uncomfortable when the wire was left unattended on one side. The wire poked me in the cheek. Fortunately the doctor realized just in time :p

I was ecstatic with the prospect of eating as normal as possible, because I felt like nothing was different even with the braces on. I was even thinking of having lunch. But after two hours (I think) I started to feel the pressure on my teeth. I felt like my teeth were all glued together. Soooo normal, pfft.

Then I had ulcers in my mouth where the brackets made contact. That hurts. Especially when it's the hot and dry season, and I had to talk a lot. Another thing that came up was when I foolishly ate a bite of hot, hot pie..out of the oven. Serves me right. Now my throat is still wounded and I cannot simply eat everything. All food with hard edges are a no-no. It even hurts when I ate rice sometimes.

Maybe that's a sign that I need to cut down on my food intake..haha.

p/s: I dreamt a weird one last night. I posted a photo up in Instagram of me being in a car with someone. And I was posing like I was going to light up a cigarette. Then someone reported about the photo to mom. I think maybe I was under influence, after what happened to Zara.