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Not That Bad

I think that it is the human condition to try and downplay things to other people. Colonoscopies? Oh really, they're not that bad. I mean, the prep is unpleasant...but...(voice trails off). You'll be OKAY!

Actually, I probably have said that to someone before. No, really, the prep is a bit more than unpleasant. I have two words for you: butt pee.

It is as horrible as you think, but you really only have a few hours of yelling "don't come in here" to anyone daring to walk into your bathroom. (Colonoscopies are the reason why most houses should have more than one bathroom. That and  siblings who can't co-exist while brushing teeth before school. But, that's another story.) 

I've had Invisalign braces for 13 weeks now. Thirteen long weeks of having to brush my teeth after I eat and drink anything besides water. Luckily for me, I have 64 weeks total, though the nice lady at the orthodontists's office mentioned it might go farther than that.

That's not something one should casually mention to An Adult In An Orthodontist Chair, Surrounded by Teens and Pre-Teens Getting Braces.

I'm at the point now that I don't care what my teeth look like at 64 weeks, I'm calling it quits.

My daughter has braces and the first few days were torture for her. I felt so horrible having to watch her lie around, in pain. As I've never had braces before, I can't tell how my pain compares to her pain.

I change my liners every Wednesday morning. The best way to describe a new set of Invisalign is to imagine putting a pair of toddler-sized underwear onto an adult. You might be able to squeeze it in, but it is definitely uncomfortable.

I have to really work to get the liners on Wednesday mornings. My teeth hurt; they feel as if someone is trying to squeeze them into dust. Eventually, though...I have to eat. That means removing the liners.

Pulling fresh Invisalign trays off teeth is not fun. It feels as if I'm about to yank every single tooth out in one fell swoop. My front teeth feel as if someone has replaced them with sticks of Chicklet gum. In fact, I get this image in my head a lot:


I keep seeing reviews of liners online as "not really that bad." Even though these people swear they're not being paid for their reviews, I have to wonder if they're somehow aligning (haha) themselves up with the company in order to get free products in the future. (Invisalign: They're not cheap!)

In the grand scheme, a day of two of tooth torture every week is worth it. I have learned to just suck it up and know that Wednesday will come and go and I'll be back to my regularly scheduled programming.

A fun side note: There's something called "The Invisalign Diet." It means that people often experience weight loss while on Invisalign due to the fact that one has to brush teeth after eating. Every time. The theory is that most people feel it isn't worth it to snack and therefore end up losing weight.

My problem? I stopped snacking a long time ago. I do not snack. I do, however, want to get my bang for my buck when I take out the Invisalign trays to eat or drink. In the past, when I might have just had a sandwich or a salad, now I feel I must get my money's worth before I brush my teeth again.

I won't be surprised if I'm the first person who ends up gaining weight on Invisalign. 

I'll be okay, as long as the next diet/exercise/fashion fad isn't forcing oneself into toddler-sized underwear in hope of weight loss. Flossing I can do. Squeezing these cheeks into Dora undies just isn't happening. 

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