5.20.2010

Well, that was stupid...

4 days to go. Ok, let's not talk about that. As most of you know, I'm in Hattiesburg at my mom's house studying. I've been here for 3 weeks now, and I'll be here until a couple of days after I take my test. Matt, Oscar, and Katie were way too much distraction for me in Jackson. At mama's, it's just me and Chelsea and silence all.....day.....long. (Chelsea is our 14 year old dog, and she is pretty much comatose for most of the day, so it works for me.) 

So I thought I'd take a break from misery and tell you this hilarious (in restrospect) and slightly embarrassing story.

Anyway, so last night I had some troubles. Preface: I had braces from 6th grade to the beginning of 9th grade. I got my braces off when I was 14. I am 24 years old. My braces have been off for 10 years. Ten years. And I wore my retainer faithfully for a couple years after that. I never wear it anymore, but for some reason, I carry it with me everywhere. I pack it with my toothbrush as if it is absolutely necessary. I have no idea why I do this. I didn't even really think about it until last night. It was just sort of automatic--jeans, contacts, toothpaste, retainer... I mean I don't know. So last night, for whatever reason (probably delirium from studying 12 hours a day for 3 straight weeks), I decide that I am going to sleep in my retainer. Well, surprise surprise, it doesn't fit. This disturbs me. It should fit, right? Are my teeth getting crooked? Oh no. So I continue to try to wedge this bottom retainer into my mouth. Finally, it pops in, and I almost hit the floor in pain. WHAT was I thinking? So I try to take it out. No dice. MY BOTTOM RETAINER WAS STUCK IN MY MOUTH. I kind of panicked. I tried for at least 10 minutes to get it out. I finally got my fingernail underneath part of the wire, and as it came out of my mouth, I simultaneously ripped my fingernail back, punched myself in the face, and my retainer flew across the room. I just kind of sat there for a second, thinking about what a dumb thing to do that was. My finger hurt. My jaw hurt. My teeth hurt. Then I went to bed, even more demoralized and defeated than I was 30 minutes before.

I woke up this morning and the top of my fingernail is painful and purple. Awesome. 

Needless to say, I still would appreciate your prayers. My test is Monday from 9 to 5. Not a typo. 9:00AM to 5:00PM... Prayer. Thanks.