Pancakes, pain and the beginnings of a fully fledged bracer (:


I am now back from my long journey to and from home, and I have to say I'm pretty knackered. As if the train journey by itself wasn't enough, the hospital was running late which meant I had to peg it to catch the right train, using my violin as a very useful battering ram on anyone that got in my way. I barely made it! But I got to quartet ok, so that made people happy I guess.
Travelling through Kent, "The Garden of England".  It just looks like fields to me, but whatever floats your boat (:

To get home for my hospital appointments I always have to travel through London, which can be pretty interesting. St. Pancras International with their swish Olympics sign.

I took the liberty of demolishing pancakes before my appointment. I made this with one of Agnes' eggs (I have pet chickens)

But yes, onto the exciting stuff. I have the full set of works now, so no more weird elastic plastic yellow thing that made my teeth look horrible! It's all shiny shiny now. I was actually really surprised, I was holding onto a tiny bit of hope this might happen, and thinking in reality I would only get a couple more brackets to move the next lot of teeth along without breaking my brace. But now I know I wasn't imagining the changes in my face and jaw, my bite has worsened enough that I can wear the full set of more conventional fixed braces without destroying them! In a way it's kinda scaring me how fast everything's moving (literally!) But it's a good thing so I'm not complaining (:

Demonstrating how yellow the plastic part of my brace got.                        Fully braced and ready to go ^-^                                         
That's pretty much a wrap for now! I'm experiencing some pain, which Ibuprofen helps a little. Playing it safe by eating pasta and soft things for now. I think the thing that's probably gonna annoy me the most is ulcers... I have some already, and this wasn't a problem at all with the lower braces.

One more thing, when I was at home I found THIS photo!

This is me and my gran, I think I had just turned 8 at the time. It's not good quality as it's been scanned in, but hopefully you can see my gran also has an underbite (she never got it treated). Please ignore my retarded expression, evidently I was happy ha. I was around 8 or 9 when the dentist discovered my bite and I got referred to the local orthodontist. By the time I got referred to the hospital I was 9. 

I'm gonna go now as this has been another long post. It looks ridiculously warm outside (apparently it's 18 degrees!) so I should probably make the most of that.
Hope everything is going great for everyone else (:
B x

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