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For ages I was feeling that my thyroid is not treated as well as it should be. I was sure that I am not functioning optimally.
Though I have been picking up booklets on thyroid disease and even attempted some online research, I could not get the necessary information to empower me. Recently, with me at the end of my rope, a google search yielded this results. It is worthwhile to read these articles by Mary Shomon. I am scheduling an appointment with my doctor...
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Lamentation for Hope.
Lamentation for Hope.
I do not want to feel this intense.
I do not want to love this strong.
I do not want to care this much.
I want to be like others…
Having only superficial feelings…
I want to wrap this river up and put her back into an iron ball.
I want to curl up in bed,
never to get up again.
I want to live my days in drunken haze,
or in a cracked stupor.
I want a potted giggle
and a leaved rage.
I want nothing real anymore.
All illusion of who I am
and what I want.
I do not want it all anymore.
No more striving,
no more giving.
No more hoping.
No more accepting morsels at the door.
I want to give up on living
and feeling and loving.
I want to succumb and become just
another one of the living dead.
I want to sit on a bench in a park
– all tatters and dirt,
and I do not want to care.
I’ll say hallelujah and amen
at the right places and
sing whatever chorus
for a crust of bread.
I’ll offer my body for a warm bed.
I’ll smile and declare God is good,
when I get on the blue train.
I’ll take the trip to nowhere…
as long as I do not feel this much , care this deep and love so deep.
Hope has crashed…
Copyright: 2010, by Lorraine
The end of suffering - To be a blessing to myself!
I DID SURVIVE!
Just s few lyrics that really hit home time and again...
Title: Diana Ross - I Will Survive lyrics
(f.perren & d.fekaris)
At first I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinkin’ I could never live without you by my sideThen I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong
And I grew strong
And I learned how to get along
And so you’re back from outer space
I just walked in to find you here, with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed that stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second you’d be back to bother me
Go on now, go walk out the door
Just turn around now
’coz you’re not welcome anymore
Weren’t you the one who tried to break me with goodbye?
Did you think I’d crumble?
Did you (and God) think I’d lay down and die?
Oh no not I, I will survive
For as long as I know how to love, I know I’ll stay alive
I’ve got all my life to live
And I’ve got all my love to give
I’ll survive
I will survive
Hey hey
(i, I will survive)
Hey hey
(i, I will survive)
Every day
(i, I will survive)
Oh yeah
It took all the strength I had not to fall apart
Just trying hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart
And I spent oh so many nights just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry, but now I hold my head up high
And you see me, somebody new
I’m not that chained up little person still in love with you
And so you felt like dropping in and just expect me to be free
But now I’m savin’ all my lovin’ for someone who’s lovin’ me
Go on now, go walk out the door
Just turn around now
You’re not welcome anymore
Weren’t you the one who tried to break me with goodbye?
Did you think I’d crumble?
Did you think I’d lay down and die?
Oh no not i, I will survive
Oh as long as I know how to love, I know I’ll stay alive
I’ve got all my life to live
And I’ve got all my love to give
I’ll survive
I will survive
Hey hey
Go now, go walk out the door
Just turn around now
’coz you’re not welcome anymore
Weren’t you the one who tried to break me with goodbye?
Did you think I’d crumble?
Did you think I’d lay down and die?
Oh no not i, I will survive
Oh as long as I know how to love, I know I’ll stay alive
I’ve got all my life to live
And I’ve got all my love to give
I’ll survive
I will survive
I will survive
(i, I will survive)
Hey
(i, I will survive)
Every day
(i, I will survive)
Yeah yeah
(i, I will survive)
Oh
(i, I will survive)
I will survive
(i, I will survive)
(i, I will survive)
I’ve got all my love to give
(i, I will survive)
I’ve got all my life to live
(i, I will survive)
My loving is not in vain, oh no
(i, I will survive)
I will survive
(i, I will survive)
I will survive
(i, I DID survive)
Hey
(repeat to end)
That one sore tooth!
I am VERY impressed with what is happening in my mouth. I can see the difference. I am able to see how the teeth are straitening. I can feel it too! It is difficult to talk, as my teeth are never where they have been, so my tongue forever has to guess its way around my mouth. The same when I am eating…
Small pebble in the shoe though: I have this one sore tooth. Seemingly, this tooth is out of sync with the rest. I keep biting on it. It is sore and every bite adds to this pain. I am not even trying to eat on this side of my mouth anymore.
Fortunately, the appointment with the orthodontist looms. I bite on my teeth (ouch! that odd one felt it again) and anticipate this meeting, where I may complain about a sore tooth.
Thursday morning. I walk into the consulting rooms boldly to explain the situation. The mechanic just smiles and tells me that it is NO problem, takes his pliers, grab my jaw and gives my tooth (OK, the hook on the tooth) a twist that almost send me into the arms of the tooth mouse. He grins satisfied and declares the problem solved. I bite on my teeth and… it is solved!
So to all the women out there who want your man to listen and not to solve your problems – I suggest that you lie back, give him the pliers and trust him to solve it all in one skillful, albeit painful twist.
To my single friends…. Discover the man inside you and trust him with all your being (this should not be so difficult – it is after all you). Be bold, give that problem a skillful, albeit painful twist and… voila! A pain free existence…(until the tooth moves again).
Small pebble in the shoe though: I have this one sore tooth. Seemingly, this tooth is out of sync with the rest. I keep biting on it. It is sore and every bite adds to this pain. I am not even trying to eat on this side of my mouth anymore.
Fortunately, the appointment with the orthodontist looms. I bite on my teeth (ouch! that odd one felt it again) and anticipate this meeting, where I may complain about a sore tooth.
Thursday morning. I walk into the consulting rooms boldly to explain the situation. The mechanic just smiles and tells me that it is NO problem, takes his pliers, grab my jaw and gives my tooth (OK, the hook on the tooth) a twist that almost send me into the arms of the tooth mouse. He grins satisfied and declares the problem solved. I bite on my teeth and… it is solved!
So to all the women out there who want your man to listen and not to solve your problems – I suggest that you lie back, give him the pliers and trust him to solve it all in one skillful, albeit painful twist.
To my single friends…. Discover the man inside you and trust him with all your being (this should not be so difficult – it is after all you). Be bold, give that problem a skillful, albeit painful twist and… voila! A pain free existence…(until the tooth moves again).
Waste
Waste.
Time and hours
wasted.
Being at the wrong
place.
Doing the wrong
thing.
OK
You are OK,
I love you.
I understand, you still love him.
I understand, you still hope he’ll hold you.
I understand, you still get aroused.
I understand, you still believe in him.
Copyright: 2010, by Lorraine Joubert, All Rights Reserved
http://profile.to/lorrainejoubert
The end of suffering - To be a blessing to myself!
Nie meer
Nie meer.
Elke dag dieselfde plek.
Dieselfde haat.
Dieselfde nyd.
Dieselfde droogte.
Dieselfde oorvloed.
Elke dag dieselfde plek.
Niks verander.
Ontuis.
Verstote.
Enkeling.
Anders.
Analis.
Krities.
Verwag te veel.
Speel nie saam.
Tyd om die spel te breek.
Tyd om passie
En welsyn,
Saam te geniet.
Elke dag dieselfde plek.
Nie meer!!
Copyright: 2010, by Lorraine Joubert, All Rights Reserved
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The end of suffering - To be a blessing to myself!
Mother's day
Sunday was Mother's day.
As usual, Mother made sure she spoils the day for herself. As I have learned over the last couple of years, I allowed her to.
I went home; I wished her a happy Mother's day.
The rest of the weekend was spent like any other weekend when I am visiting home.
Visiting home has changed over the years. There was times when I went home every weekend, then there were times, when I visited once a month, then there were times, when I visited none. Then there were times when I went home, but did not visit.
I love my parents. My parents are wonderful people - my friends easily dump me for my parents... My ex-boyfriends stay friends with my parents, so no, they are not terrible old people that are best to be avoided. I am really fortunate to have them in my life.
Somehow, I did not and do not get what I need from my parents. My parents love me and they love me, the best they know how to. Somehow it is not providing in my needs. Communication, jealousy, expectations, love languages, unthankfulness all contributing to a break in the relationship. And then one day it all collapsed...
This time round, I refused to fix it. No "I am sorry", no trying to talk it through. I just went home and did not visit, and also did not go home. Gradually, I learned what was wrong and how much it hurt me. Gradually, I accepted that they did the best they know. Eventually, I let go. I let go of the pain. I let go of the expectations.
I started to visit again; I got a few pleasant surprises - like an unexpected apology! Visits became nice again. My needs are not yet met, but I enjoy the relationship for what it is and take note and savour the unexpected surprises.
The relationship is different now. I am a different person and therefore the dynamics of the relationship is different. I am not trying to have the parents I want, I appreciate what I have. It still hurts to not have what I so badly want, but I am blessed by what I have.
I had to decide to end the suffering (not having my needs met) and to be a blessing to myself (letting go of expectations and pain, love myself, love my parents, and letting the relationship be).
Now I enjoy my parents again. I love going home and look forward to visiting them, ever so often.
Lief vir julle!
As usual, Mother made sure she spoils the day for herself. As I have learned over the last couple of years, I allowed her to.
I went home; I wished her a happy Mother's day.
The rest of the weekend was spent like any other weekend when I am visiting home.
Visiting home has changed over the years. There was times when I went home every weekend, then there were times, when I visited once a month, then there were times, when I visited none. Then there were times when I went home, but did not visit.
I love my parents. My parents are wonderful people - my friends easily dump me for my parents... My ex-boyfriends stay friends with my parents, so no, they are not terrible old people that are best to be avoided. I am really fortunate to have them in my life.
Somehow, I did not and do not get what I need from my parents. My parents love me and they love me, the best they know how to. Somehow it is not providing in my needs. Communication, jealousy, expectations, love languages, unthankfulness all contributing to a break in the relationship. And then one day it all collapsed...
This time round, I refused to fix it. No "I am sorry", no trying to talk it through. I just went home and did not visit, and also did not go home. Gradually, I learned what was wrong and how much it hurt me. Gradually, I accepted that they did the best they know. Eventually, I let go. I let go of the pain. I let go of the expectations.
I started to visit again; I got a few pleasant surprises - like an unexpected apology! Visits became nice again. My needs are not yet met, but I enjoy the relationship for what it is and take note and savour the unexpected surprises.
The relationship is different now. I am a different person and therefore the dynamics of the relationship is different. I am not trying to have the parents I want, I appreciate what I have. It still hurts to not have what I so badly want, but I am blessed by what I have.
I had to decide to end the suffering (not having my needs met) and to be a blessing to myself (letting go of expectations and pain, love myself, love my parents, and letting the relationship be).
Now I enjoy my parents again. I love going home and look forward to visiting them, ever so often.
Lief vir julle!
A month later.
It is a month, since I got braces. A month in which my teeth was hurting, the hurting became a nagging pain. The nagging pain became tiredness... Then there was the adaptation to the new settings, after the monthly check-up at Dr. Esra. And here I sit tonight and I AM VERY IMPRESSED! The two front teeth (the ones which made me the most self-conscious), are almost straight! If they were like this, I would not have had to go through this process.
In this month, I had to learn to brush my teeth, floss, eat, drink, and close my mouth and smile "mindfully". In this month, I knew whereto I was working and what I was planning for myself. I was willing to go through all this adaptation and pain to reach my goal, of straight teeth... I had some shocks, when there suddenly appear gaps between teeth - I did not want to trade skew teeth for Madonna teeth ;-)
In this month I got some for which, I prepared myself and some for which I was not prepared.
***
In this month, I also had a life outside of my mouth.
I became extremely tired for no apparent reason at all. I was happy and hardworking, I was sad and hurt and unable to work. I had to learn to work beyond my tiredness to reach my work goals. I had to learn to live beyond the pain of an old love to reach my goal of finding answers. I found the unexpected answer, whilst I had no energy to deal with it.
I got some for which I was prepared and some for which I was not prepared. I did not know what I shall find and whether I shall like what I find. What I found were answers, I did not like, but which did bring an end to suffering. What I found was a self-affirming knowledge that I shall be at the right place at the right time. What I found was a self-affirming knowledge that I have excellent instincts, which I need tot learn to trust. What I found was a self-affirming awareness of my strength and wholeness.
And here I sit tonight and I AM VERY IMPRESSED! I am smiling and totally in love with myself. I have come very far and I am flowing strong…
In this month, I had to learn to brush my teeth, floss, eat, drink, and close my mouth and smile "mindfully". In this month, I knew whereto I was working and what I was planning for myself. I was willing to go through all this adaptation and pain to reach my goal, of straight teeth... I had some shocks, when there suddenly appear gaps between teeth - I did not want to trade skew teeth for Madonna teeth ;-)
In this month I got some for which, I prepared myself and some for which I was not prepared.
***
In this month, I also had a life outside of my mouth.
I became extremely tired for no apparent reason at all. I was happy and hardworking, I was sad and hurt and unable to work. I had to learn to work beyond my tiredness to reach my work goals. I had to learn to live beyond the pain of an old love to reach my goal of finding answers. I found the unexpected answer, whilst I had no energy to deal with it.
I got some for which I was prepared and some for which I was not prepared. I did not know what I shall find and whether I shall like what I find. What I found were answers, I did not like, but which did bring an end to suffering. What I found was a self-affirming knowledge that I shall be at the right place at the right time. What I found was a self-affirming knowledge that I have excellent instincts, which I need tot learn to trust. What I found was a self-affirming awareness of my strength and wholeness.
And here I sit tonight and I AM VERY IMPRESSED! I am smiling and totally in love with myself. I have come very far and I am flowing strong…
27 April: Arts and crafts
Vinnig, stap ek in Small straat af. My broek bewe en my my maag is op ‘n knop. Dis ‘n maand sedert die draadjies aangesit is en ek is oppad na die opvolg afspraak.
Erens in my agterkop is daar herinneringe van draadjies wat stywer getrek word en alles waaraan ek reeds gewoond geraak het, wat weer van vooraf seer is.
Wel, daar is geen omdraaikans nie. Die draadjies is in my mond en vandag is die opvolg afspraak. Ek stap ewe dapper en nonchalant die spreekkamer binne. Die ontvangsdame herken my dadelik (wel ek is seker die enigste blanke wat Dr. Esra by die Lister mediese sentrum besoek). Ek is verbaas oor die baie volwasse vrouens wat daar sit en spog met porselein en metaal in hul monde.
Gou-gou is dit my beurt. Die ortodontis loer vinnig in my mond. Ek kla oor die gaping tussen my voortande (ek wil ‘n reguit ry tande hê en NIE soos Madonna lyk nie). Hy verseker my dit is net tydelik, vyl die tande kleiner, deel opdragte aan die assistant uit en gaan met ‘n grappie na die volgende pasiënt.
Die assistant begin met haar “arts and crafts” in my mond. Eers is dit metaalwerk met ‘n tang, wat sy baie flink hanteer. My tande is egter nie beïndruk nie. Hulle stuur pyn boodskappe aan my brein in protes teen die knap behandeling wat hulle ontvang. Net toe ek begin wonder of ek nie maar tog uit my keel uit mag vloek nie (sy sal tog nie ‘n Afrikaanse vloekwoord agter uit ‘n keel uit
Wel, terug werk toe. My mond is toe nie so seer nie! Verniet het ek al die soppe bymekaar gemaak…
Nou vir die “moral of the story.” Soms verwag ek die ergste en dan is dit nie so erg nie. Wanneer ek vir myself wil goed wees, is daar soms pyn aan verbonde. Soms moet ek toelaat dat ander my seer maak, sodat ek my doel
Dag 7: Mindful closing of the mouth
Ek is nou al goed moeg vir hierdie draadjies in my mond!
Die tande bly knaend seer. Dit is nou nie seer dat mens wil huil nie. Dit is ook nie seer genoeg vir pynpille nie, dit is net so knaend!
Die weirdste, is die gesukkel om jou mond toe te maak. Ek meen, doen dit: maak jou mond toe! Sien, jy dink nie eers twee keer daaroor nie. Met die draadjies is dit egter 'n heel ander storie: Mindful closing of the mouth. Eers voel ek waar is my lippe. Dan volg ek die pyn om te weet waar is my tande (hulle is besig om te skuif, onthou, hulle is nie waar hulle nou-nou was nie!) Wanneer ek weet waar alles is beweeg ek die lippe, ongesiens om en oor die tande en draadjies. Dit word gevolg deur die groot konsentrasie om die lippe te sluit (dis brommer tyd).
Eet is nog maklik en al minder pynlik, maar drink! Waar is die tande... volg die dowwe pyn, goed so die draadjie is daaaar... sit koppie versigtig teen lippe, maak lippe versigtig om en oor die tande en draadjie... stewig teen rand van koppie... kantel koppie versigig.... shit!!! dit loop teen my ken af... vee af! Versigtig, MINDFUL, konsentreer....
Die tande bly knaend seer. Dit is nou nie seer dat mens wil huil nie. Dit is ook nie seer genoeg vir pynpille nie, dit is net so knaend!
Die weirdste, is die gesukkel om jou mond toe te maak. Ek meen, doen dit: maak jou mond toe! Sien, jy dink nie eers twee keer daaroor nie. Met die draadjies is dit egter 'n heel ander storie: Mindful closing of the mouth. Eers voel ek waar is my lippe. Dan volg ek die pyn om te weet waar is my tande (hulle is besig om te skuif, onthou, hulle is nie waar hulle nou-nou was nie!) Wanneer ek weet waar alles is beweeg ek die lippe, ongesiens om en oor die tande en draadjies. Dit word gevolg deur die groot konsentrasie om die lippe te sluit (dis brommer tyd).
Eet is nog maklik en al minder pynlik, maar drink! Waar is die tande... volg die dowwe pyn, goed so die draadjie is daaaar... sit koppie versigtig teen lippe, maak lippe versigtig om en oor die tande en draadjie... stewig teen rand van koppie... kantel koppie versigig.... shit!!! dit loop teen my ken af... vee af! Versigtig, MINDFUL, konsentreer....
Dag 3: middagete
Ek is lus vir sjokolade!!
Ek eet elke dag 'n blokkie, of twee, of meer donker sjokolade. Dit is hard en my tande is te seer om dit te kou of ergste, af te byt!
Gelukkig is ek die trotse eienaar van 'n... mikrogolfoond! Blokkies word geduldig in die oond gedruk en gesmelt tot sag... salig....
Ek eet elke dag 'n blokkie, of twee, of meer donker sjokolade. Dit is hard en my tande is te seer om dit te kou of ergste, af te byt!
Gelukkig is ek die trotse eienaar van 'n... mikrogolfoond! Blokkies word geduldig in die oond gedruk en gesmelt tot sag... salig....
Dag 3
Word wakker in groot pyn. My onderste en boonste kaak raak net-net aanmekaar, maar dit voel asof ek die heel nag op my tande gekners het.
Dag 2: middagete
Nou wat op die aarde is dit hierdie? Mindful eating? Eating like a bird?
Die binnekant van my mond is nie so seer as wat ek verwag het nie, maar my tande is seer. Hierdie bejaarde tande is nie lus om enigsins êrens heen te skuif nie. Ek kan nie byt nie, en ek kan nie kou nie. Middagete is net so lank, ek moet kou en sluk! Hierdie tande het egter 'n heel ander idee. Elke happie word piepklein gesny en saggies en stadig gekou en heel ingesluk.
Dit is nie net seer nie, dit voel ook baie snaaks. Elke kou is 'n versigtige, bewuste, onseker kou.
Gelukkig het ek Maandag, die idee in my kop gekry om boontjies en wortels saam met aartappels fyn te kook en te "mash". Dit eet heelwat makliker as wat 'n gewone middagete van geblansjeerde groente sou geëet het.
Die binnekant van my mond is nie so seer as wat ek verwag het nie, maar my tande is seer. Hierdie bejaarde tande is nie lus om enigsins êrens heen te skuif nie. Ek kan nie byt nie, en ek kan nie kou nie. Middagete is net so lank, ek moet kou en sluk! Hierdie tande het egter 'n heel ander idee. Elke happie word piepklein gesny en saggies en stadig gekou en heel ingesluk.
Dit is nie net seer nie, dit voel ook baie snaaks. Elke kou is 'n versigtige, bewuste, onseker kou.
Gelukkig het ek Maandag, die idee in my kop gekry om boontjies en wortels saam met aartappels fyn te kook en te "mash". Dit eet heelwat makliker as wat 'n gewone middagete van geblansjeerde groente sou geëet het.
Dag 2
Woensdag, 31 Maart,
My mond is nie so stukkend en seer as wat ek gedink het nie. Die eelte van skooldae doen seker hul ding ;-). Ek het egter wel vanoggend 'n ewigheid spandeer om die was op al die harde, krapperige hakies en draadjies te sit.
Tandeborsel vat nou ekstra lank. Ek het sommer besluit om nou, terwyl my mond anders voel, die linkerhand te leer tandeborsel... Hierdie linkerhand is egter baie dom. Daarna, kom die gesukkel met die was. Kyk om 'n klein stukkie was om 'n skerp draadjie se punt, of 'n hakie te draai is glad nie maklik nie. Die klein stukkie word later 'n groot stuk. Die groot stuk land in die wasbak en dan is dit van vooraf sukkel. En ek is nie die knap ortodontis nie - my hande is te groot vir my mond.
My mond is nie so stukkend en seer as wat ek gedink het nie. Die eelte van skooldae doen seker hul ding ;-). Ek het egter wel vanoggend 'n ewigheid spandeer om die was op al die harde, krapperige hakies en draadjies te sit.
Tandeborsel vat nou ekstra lank. Ek het sommer besluit om nou, terwyl my mond anders voel, die linkerhand te leer tandeborsel... Hierdie linkerhand is egter baie dom. Daarna, kom die gesukkel met die was. Kyk om 'n klein stukkie was om 'n skerp draadjie se punt, of 'n hakie te draai is glad nie maklik nie. Die klein stukkie word later 'n groot stuk. Die groot stuk land in die wasbak en dan is dit van vooraf sukkel. En ek is nie die knap ortodontis nie - my hande is te groot vir my mond.
Entry number 1!!!
Dinsdag, 30 Maart 2010
Ek het vandag my draadjies gekry! Vandag in die ortodontis se spreekkamer ingestap en 'n halfuur later uitgestap met 'n hakie aan elke botand en 'n metaal draadjie daar deur geryg. Die hakies, op die agterste tande, is glo keramiek - lyk vir my maar heel metalerig. Die hakies op die voorstes is glo porselein. Ek betaal 'n arm en 'n been ekstra vir hierdie "see-through" hakies. Dis egter die moeite werd!!
Ek sou nou verkies het om die hele konkoksie AGTER my tande te hê. Ag wel, dis net vir 10 maande!! Daarna - die pragtigste stel reguit tande!
Goed, daar was ek nou klaar MEJ. POSITIEF. Dit is seeeeer! Dit was onmiddelik seer. Ek het gedink die aansit sal seer wees, maar dit was nie. Glad nie 'n aangename ervaring nie, maar nie seer nie. Terwyl hy die tande gevyl het - om spasie te maak en die "dark tri-angles" weg te vat, was die koue water seer op die sensitiewe tande. Die oomblik wat daardie draadjie egter deurgewerk was, het die druk en trek proses begin. En dit is seeeeeer.
En toe onthou ek, elke maand wat ek teruggaan dat hy die storie stywer trek, gaan dit weer van voor af seer wees!
Terwyl hy ewe knaphandig hier in my mond werk soos 'n wafferse mechanic, het die ortodontis my mooi verduidelik: geen rooi wyn, geen kerrie, geen niks wat porselein mag vlek nie. Koop hierdie tandeborsels wat soos kersbome lyk en "superflos". Ewe plegtig oorhandig hy die was - party mense gebruik die hele pakkie en ander omtrent niks, dit hang net af hoe vinnig die mond aanpas by die draadjies. Nou dit kan ek onthou. As kind het die draadjies my mond flenters gesny. Hierop was ek voorbereid, maar ek het nie geweet van was nie...
Terug by die werk is ek verlig om te sien nie almal sien dadelik die draadjies nie. Die druk en trek aksie in my mond is egter baie seer en ek is naar. Kan nie wag vir etenstyd, sodat ek kan eet en pynpille kry nie!
Ek het vandag my draadjies gekry! Vandag in die ortodontis se spreekkamer ingestap en 'n halfuur later uitgestap met 'n hakie aan elke botand en 'n metaal draadjie daar deur geryg. Die hakies, op die agterste tande, is glo keramiek - lyk vir my maar heel metalerig. Die hakies op die voorstes is glo porselein. Ek betaal 'n arm en 'n been ekstra vir hierdie "see-through" hakies. Dis egter die moeite werd!!
Ek sou nou verkies het om die hele konkoksie AGTER my tande te hê. Ag wel, dis net vir 10 maande!! Daarna - die pragtigste stel reguit tande!
Goed, daar was ek nou klaar MEJ. POSITIEF. Dit is seeeeer! Dit was onmiddelik seer. Ek het gedink die aansit sal seer wees, maar dit was nie. Glad nie 'n aangename ervaring nie, maar nie seer nie. Terwyl hy die tande gevyl het - om spasie te maak en die "dark tri-angles" weg te vat, was die koue water seer op die sensitiewe tande. Die oomblik wat daardie draadjie egter deurgewerk was, het die druk en trek proses begin. En dit is seeeeeer.
En toe onthou ek, elke maand wat ek teruggaan dat hy die storie stywer trek, gaan dit weer van voor af seer wees!
Terwyl hy ewe knaphandig hier in my mond werk soos 'n wafferse mechanic, het die ortodontis my mooi verduidelik: geen rooi wyn, geen kerrie, geen niks wat porselein mag vlek nie. Koop hierdie tandeborsels wat soos kersbome lyk en "superflos". Ewe plegtig oorhandig hy die was - party mense gebruik die hele pakkie en ander omtrent niks, dit hang net af hoe vinnig die mond aanpas by die draadjies. Nou dit kan ek onthou. As kind het die draadjies my mond flenters gesny. Hierop was ek voorbereid, maar ek het nie geweet van was nie...
Terug by die werk is ek verlig om te sien nie almal sien dadelik die draadjies nie. Die druk en trek aksie in my mond is egter baie seer en ek is naar. Kan nie wag vir etenstyd, sodat ek kan eet en pynpille kry nie!
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