Post-orthodontial appointment (the inaugural step of a 18-month afflicting ordeal), I’m having feelings of doom and gloom. A swift, easy-breezy, effortless procedure to insert little screws as anchors for ensuing braces became an encumbering and irksome process with enough local-anestheia to knock out a giant (but not five-foot me evidently). I hope they stay secure and functional, and that I won’t have to endure this again. Already I’m feeling despondency.
Hang on, little screws, hang on!