It was one of dad's 'spur of the moment' which led me to the orthodontist's dental chair yesterday. "Why did I say so?" you might ask. It all boils down to that fateful day when I knew one of my closest friends had braces. When I told dad about it, he quipped, "Well, why don't you get one too?"
I knew that was coming. He had been persuading me to wear them in the last couple of years, but to no avail. You see, I have this innate fear of dentists, and the mere thought of having my teeth "wired up beyond recognition" is so.....nerve-wrecking.
Nonetheless, I decided to give this one a shot. I have been putting it off for so long, and as dad said, " We'll go for a consultation first. Ok? Besides, if you really need to wear them later...it's only for two years. So how bad can that be?" *gulp* And so I gave the green light.
Never have I ever thought my dad would be so quick. The very next day, he told me cheerfully that I have an appointment with an orthodontist the following day!!!*hyperventilating syndrome commenced*
The orthodontist ( a Dr. Mohamed) and his medical staff were, thankfully, very professional and pleasant. Boy, did they put me into ease so quickly! *looks like they have mastered behavioural sciences* It wasn't long before I agreed to have braces on.
Then the recordings took placed immediately. I had my teeth/jaw moulds done, was whisked into the X-ray room, and had digital photos taken. All was completed in approximately 40 minutes. [think I'll explained the 3 procedures the next time round =)] It didn't take long before we made another appointment, paid the bill, and returned home.
And yes, dad was definitely estatic....
