Traumatic... Dramatic... Michelle.

As if I wasn't already having a stressful day I arrived at my appointment 10 minutes late but was luckily taken right back! Some ghetto-ish, definitely careless assistant started leaning my chair back & told me to open my mouth. I felt so lost and confused because I had absolutely no clue what in the world she was doing! I mean I assumed that she was going to remove my spacers. When I felt a weird snap I confirmed my guess. She took all 4 off of the right side then started putting something that hurt in my mouth...
uhm
A- What is that?
B- Please stop!
C- Do you have any sort of communication skills?

Luckily my mouth is a special case ("of close contacts"-teeth are close)and the actual orthodontist always has to step in... which let's face it I'd rather him do the work anyway because I feel much more comfortable & he explains things. I am a "know all the details" kind of girl so these people better remember that for next time. As he started saying "because you have close contacts this will be a little painful" and he must have spotted the confusion in my eyes because then he paused and looked at me so I said what are you doing? and then he looked at the assistant and said in a stern tone towards her "I thought she had explained to you already" & I proceeded to say "she didn't tell me anything at all" HAH! put her in her place!
He then explained that today they were removing my spacers, fitting these metal bands around my teeth  to see which fits best, and these bands will taken off before I leave & be sent out with a mold of the roof of my mouth and make a personalized expander. Okay, now I can feel comfortable because I mean if I didn't know what was going on then how could I blog about it!?!?!
So then he asked for a 36 and showed me that it was a metal band and how it had to fit around my mouth so I should feel pressure. Dr. Kolodziej is really a great orthodontist, he always makes me feel like I matter & he genuinely cares if something is going to hurt me.
He started to put the band on & it was kind of weird and I felt a pressure & not really painful, but sort of... it's hard to explain. then he would put a plastic tool in my mouth, tell me to close my mouth, then bite. This was the process over & over again on 4 teeth. It would seem as though I was in pain but really the tears running down my face were my emotions that were being released from still being angry at that assistant!
Dr. Kolodziej kept asking me if I was okay & he understands that I am in an extreme amount of pain but admires my pain tolerance. The tears just kept coming though.... he kindly asked me things like are you alright? Do you need a break? Let me know when to continue? Anything you need? He was being really accommodating. That assistant however was just still frustrating me and the tears kept leaking out of my eyes. She was a little useful & offered me a tissue.  I kept telling them "it doesn't hurt, I'm fine, I don't know why I'm crying" which was mostly true.... only one was actually painful but the rest were just uncomfortable.
When he finished they had to make a mold of my mouth with the bands on & that assistant did it... they let me take a little break from all my trauma & then she put the putty in my mouth & then wouldn't stop talking...
I just wanted her to stop talking but instead she blurted sooooo much that I did not want to hear from her because she lost my respect already. Plus when someone closes their eyes and hardly answers uhmmm don't continue asking me questions that I have to answer!! I was just at a point of LEAVE ME ALONE! Luckily it was over quickly &  Dr. Kolodziej was back to put new spacers in my mouth to stay until I get my expander on! & he said that they would probably even start falling out because my teeth would have enough room :)
I was so upset over a combination of my bad day & ghetto rude assistant(mostly her) that I drove all the way home trying not to cry, sat in my driveway crying for 10 minutes, went inside seeking sympathy but there was only the couch in sight so I laid there & cried for 10 minutes. The only comfort I was finding was from Mad Eye Moody, the cat who thought rubbing his furry fluff in my face would help me feel better... he was at least trying to comfort me. I finally broke down, knocked on my brothers door & said "I'm being stupidly emotional, and I had a really bad day, and I just want a hug" and being a GREAT, WONDERFUL, BEST BROTHER he gave me a sincere hug until I composed myself. What a rough day! But I'm pretty sure it will never be that bad again... but never say never!