Things I never thought I’d hear myself say …
“Crusts make me nervous.”
“If you’d given me this travel toothbrush for Christmas, it would have been my favourite gift – definitely.”
5 weeks and 6 days ago (not that I’m counting), I had my first set of orthodontic braces fitted and I’ve now entered a new world of dental
challenges excitement. My teenage boys are all too familiar with this world – Joe reckons he’s had more life with braces than without … I think he may be being a bit of a drama queen, but I can imagine how he could feel like that. Finn’s braces are off now, but if he doesn’t start wearing his retainer more often he will be back in the orthodontist’s chair before he knows it.
So why did I wait until now, in my 45th year, to do this? Why not do it as a bright, young thing when everyone else was doing the same? Well, for a start, back in the day, kids didn’t all have braces like they do now. In fact there was only one girl in my school who I can remember having braces. I don’t recall her teeth being SO bad but I remember how much ‘Jaws’ grief she got.
My teeth are not THAT bad, but what I hadn’t realised was that as you get older (it’s that over 40 curse again), the muscles and bones holding your teeth in place start to give up a bit (“like the rest of your body”, I hear you groan) and your teeth want to head towards the centre of your mouth (as opposed to southwards like everything else). I guess that can go unnoticed if you’ve been blessed with plenty of space, but me, I’m crowded. This means that as the years pass my OK teeth are likely to become less and less OK.
Now let me explain … I’m not one for nips and tucks or injections of this and that to keep the ageing process at bay, but what I hope for is to be fit and healthy as the years pass – and to have good teeth. Now I’m sounding like a ‘best in show’ at Crufts Dog Show. Just give me a shiny coat ……