6 months and a bit, actually

1. Orthobloggers, hello! I’ve missed you. Life has got that bad habit of acting as if no orthognathic surgery had happened, as if if everything was normal.. wait, it’s a good thing, isn’t it?

2. I must confess I haven’t  been nearly narcissistic enough recently -for the purposes of this blog anyway. No new picture of my de-puffed, Class I face; I promise to remedy the matter on my return to London early next week.

3. Would you like brace-free teeth for Christmas? My ortho asked at the beginning of the month.

4. I stared at her, uncomprehending, used to our routine: I take the train to Lille for my appointment, need sedation for lunch, sit in her chair all muscles and nerves taut; she tortures me with a big jovial grin, asks me questions I can’t answer, then sends me on my way; I go shopping to make myself feel better. Repeat ad infinitum at a 5 or 6 week frequency.

5. She almost took the top ones off, blogpeople! Then decided it was not to be til the next appointment, mid-january.

6. I’m a bit scared of losing my pout, now. Yet, is it worth keeping your barces on for life just for the sake of some added poutness? No, I hear you, and you’re right.

7. It looks like by the end of February I’ll have naked teeth – that’ll be 2 years of braces exactly. So, the OS knew what she was saying, then.

Be well, thank you for stopping by!

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