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I wonder if I would ever dare going to work with pigtails. Dahlah uniform makes me look like a Chinese waitress, what more with pigtails?!

Then again…

I painted my nails on Saturday – tried out this navy blue colour (cheap and cheerful for less than $4 a bottle) but I told myself I have to remove the polish before I start work. I don’t think navy is appropriate for work. Although I feel it’s a shame to remove it, I know I have to.

But guess what?
I went to work with goth nails.

I didn’t mean to but I got called to work at 7am and didn’t have enough time to remove the colour. I was so conscious about my fingernails that I would ask someone else to hand the scripts out.

…on a new theme. Or at least finish the previous one properly. I may have to start the previous one from scratch again or maybe I’d just take a shortcut and edit a ready-plain theme (the perfectionist in me is screaming for the former option!)

In the mean time, I’m using my previous (modified) theme.

So much to update but I’ve been procrastinating (what’s new?) and some are not the “right time” to publish yet (for me to know, for you to find out…soon)

Ah!
The spacers are hurting now.

It started this morning when I woke up – I couldn’t even finish half a piece of toast (dunked in coffee). Whatever chewing ability (or should I say, pain tolerance?) I had from yesterday vanished in my previous night’s slumber. I had the first aid revalidation course today and I was grumpy towards the end – the combination of pain and weariness from the pain was starting to take a toll on me (I think I was also grumpy because I was hungry? *hehe*)

I brought some bananas for morning tea and even that hurt! Meh! Hungry during lunch but couldn’t finish my tuna sandwich (which I swallowed most of it, I think, instead of chewing them properly).

Yes, I shouldn’t complain. I CHOSE to do this. I was somewhat prepared for the pain because I’ve read about how much agony the spacers can be (and yes, they DO play the pain down at the orthodontist) but yet nothing prepares you for the real deal until you’re doing through it. I don’t quite remember how tender my teeth can feel when I had my braces last time (then again, I didn’t get spacers put in last time) My incisors are hurting because the spacers are pushing them together – so here’s hoping I don’t knock the fronts anytime soon!
:O

I dislike it when I know I CAN pull them out (because I can’t stand it!) but I SHOULDN’T. So it’s basically a choice to suffer.

The near-breaking point is when I have to floss. Oh! Flossing has never been sooooooooooooooooo torturous. You know it hurts but at the same time you’ve just GOT to do it. 5 more days to go before they come off! Some said the spacers are worse than the actual metal bands – here’s hoping!

I guessed right.
Impressions and spacers – plus photos!

When I first arrived, I passed the paperwork to Anne (an unfamiliar yet familiar face) – my signed consent form. I was then ushered to the treatment room and I was told that they were going to take some photos. Front, side and with the expander thing-a-ma-jig (keeps your mouth open, exposing your teeth?) so that my cross bite is exposed. I took the opportunity then to ask if I could have a photo of my x-ray! I told myself I have to be less “shy” and just snap away if I want to have some photos (nothing in the contract says that I can’t take photos) to keep a photographic trail of my treatment.

They explained to me that they were going to put pink stuff on these trays to get impressions of my teeth. I didn’t remember it being pink last time but I definitely remember it was not as nice tasting/smelling (it was of strawberries!) as this.

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[Edited 25th July 1028pm - my refund has been credited back into my account. No complaints about their speedy response, that's for sure!]

Okay. So I procrastinated in sending a card out and thus I chose to order flowers online to send it to mom for her birthday. The typical cina in me thought the most “value for money” would be the potted rose plant. It looked really cute, okay? Let me show you what I mean.

I chose the pink one because it looked sweeter than the yellow.

When I got the email this morning confirming that my order has been delivered, I called mom to ask if she liked what she saw. I was even confident I’d get a happy, excited, gushy response. Instead, she went, “Oh…uhmm…next time don’t waste this kind of money okay.”

“Oh. Why? You don’t like it?”

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