Some background - back in high school like 5 years ago I, like every other high-schooler, had braces. I fortunately only had them on for about a year, in which time my teeth were straightened, and the gap in my front teeth closed. Ever since I have been *focused* on keeping my teeth straight. ENTER my removable top retainer - you know the one. Someone in middle or high school was always going through the trash for this type of retainer, thrown away mistakenly when taken out to eat. I wore this retainer every night for years. YEARS. The Hubby loves it. You don't even have to ask.
So in addition to a sexy top removable retainer, I have a fixed bottom retainer. I don't have any personal pictures of this beauty, but below is a google image of "fixed retainer."
It basically is a bar that stretches from one tooth to the other, behind, like hidden braces. Lots of people have them and they helped keep my teeth straight for 11 years...until I went to floss one night a couple weeks ago and the bar broke off on one side. I was stupefied as to what just happened and as to what I should do about this floating piece of metal in my mouth, attached only on one side on my teeth. I decided the logical thing to do was ask The Hubby to take his pliers and cut off the remaining bar. Genius right???
I should mention -
1. I trust my husband with my life.
2. This is not the first time pliers have come near my face.
In college, while studying abroad in Spain, I decided to get my nose pierced. Genius right?? It was cute, I liked it, but before I got married about a year later, I decided I did not want a tiny stud nose ring in life-long pictures, so my dear mother-in-law got out her handy pliers and took it out for me!
Back to a couple weeks ago. The Hubby got his pliers and CUT the remaining wire. I didn't stop to think that his pliers are not the smallest instrument, and that what he left behind would slice my mouth apart. After wielding the pliers, I was left with a VERY sharp tiny leftover piece slicing my mouth apart.
The next morning I made an emergency call to my dentist to have them remove the remaining retainer and put in a new one.
It would be fine and dandy if the story ended there but it would not be my life if it did. Stayed tuned for part 2 that would one week later find me sitting between a child on my left and a child on my right, getting fitted for a new retainer...says the village idiot
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