Sunday, 24 April 2016

Grace the Brace Face...

Hello there sunshine!

You didn't think I meant it did you? Well I did, you of little faith! And there shall be more posts to come...

Probably the most drastic change I've gone through over the last year is getting braces... Does that sound weird? Oh well... 

Yes, I finally bit the bullet (that's supposed to be a metaphor, but it does look like I've bitten a bullet... A metal bullet... That stuck to my teeth...), and decided to get braces last summer. I've waited so long for two reasons. One, braces are freaking expensive people! I knew they would be, but wow... I had better have one dazzling smile by the end of this... And two, I needed to be ready for it... That sounds ridiculous, but unfortunately because of certain experiences I've had before, I am extremely sensitive and slightly terrified of pain. I quite honestly can't separate little pain from huge pain in my head, and so it takes me quite a while to prepare myself when I know something might hurt. I've gotten a lot better at handling it throughout the years, but it's definitely not gone yet. Anyways... A big factor that made me get my braces last summer was the fact that I lose my dad's dental plan when I turn 21. So basically it was now or never... 

I'd say the most tedious part of the whole process was finding a dentist, and comparing prices. I went through four different dental assessments before I decided on my dentist, including a visit to an Orthodontist. Yeah... His price was double what you'd normally pay... It costs $3000 more for the word orthodontist... I chose a dentist whose office is 20 minutes out of town, but he happened to be the least expensive, and he actually told me the truth about my teeth... He's a perfectionist and hardly says two words to me, but he has done a very thorough job, and I'm very pleased. 

So here was my first challenge, which I fully admit to being a mental one... I had to have two teeth extracted before I could begin the braces process. I have never had a cavity, and therefore never had a needle, and so the whole tooth pulling thing was extremely dramatized in my mind... I pictured the dentist walking in, pulling his gloves on while he gave a maniacal laugh, and then coming at me with a pointy thing he intents to stab my mouth with. Blood, guts, and gore, that's what I was thinking. I had nightmares the whole night before. I don't want to give you the wrong impression though... I am a mature adult, with full control over my emotions... Which is why I cried as soon as my dentist walked in the room.... I even made the assistant cry with me... I'm not giving myself enough credit though, because while I did cry, I handled it much much better than I would have in years past. And I can now say this with confidence... Needles in the mouth are no big deal! Really! And I had five of them! The ones in the pallet are a little uncomfortable, but the whole experience definitely wasn't as bad as I would've thought. It's the healing process that was terrible... After not eating for two days, and therefore having nothing in my stomach but painkillers, I became violently sick for ten hours straight on the third day... Joy... 

That being done, about three weeks later, I went in to get my braces put on. I did really well... Until she put the wire on... And then I cried... I'm not joking when I say it was so painful that the whole drive home I was yelling at my mother to "TURN THIS DARN VEHICLE AROUND AND GO BACK! I'M NOT KIDDING, I WANT THEM OFF!!!" Drama queen still holds her title... Besides the pain, they feel huge at first! I kind of felt like a horse... Or a cow... Heck, both at once... The worst part was that I had to do an annual general meeting for FIRE an hour afterwards, which was ridiculous and embarrassing... I was spitting uncontrollably while I talked, and I sounded something like this, "Tho, would the thecretary pleathe read the minuteth to the memberth? And would the treathurer pleathe give uth a financial thatement?" And, for the second time that month, because of not being able to eat and being under the influence... Of painkillers... I spent day two being violently sick for another 12 hours... Afterwards, I became extremely dehydrated, to the point where it looked like someone had taken dark brown eyeshadow and painted it around my eyes. I just narrowly escaped a kidney infection as well, and finally clued into the fact that I can't use Advil anymore. Yeah, so that was fun. Because I can't go through braces like a normal human... 

I'd have to say that the first four or five appointments were the worst, but after that it became easier and easier. I eventually stopped crying at my appointments, which is one more step to adulthood... One small leap for man, one less tear for Grace... Now I will admit that for the first few months I avoided the camera like the plague. Everyone said braces made me look cute, and I'm sorry guys... You lied... But when my teeth finally started to straighten out to the point of being presentable, I was surprised at how much I wanted to smile. It has been years since I've been comfortable enough to smile with my teeth, and it feels amazing. 

But I think through this experience I learned something about myself... I am strong, much stronger than I give myself credit for. I can go through pain, and I can conquer my fears. I have a problem with being too hard on myself, so it has taken a while for me to admit to this... I think I may have taken a step, or many steps, to conquering one of my greatest fears. I just never thought it would happen by getting braces... Life is strange that way... God was, and still is, the reason I can say all that... 

My dentist didn't let me know how long I'd be a metal mouth, and up until this point I've been ok with that... I don't want to know how long the torture will last... But on my last appointment I worked up the courage to ask. He said, "You'll be a metal mouth for the rest of your life! Good luck finding a husband! Your dad will never get that truck and trailer as a dowry from your marriage! Better get used to the idea of being a spinster! BWUAHAHA!!!" No, he didn't say that... He said four more months, which means I'll have them off by the end of the summer! Best. News. Ever. 

In conclusion, I am happy that I did this. Worth every tear... Dramatic or no... But if you want to know what having braces is really like, do yourself a favour and go ask a normal human being... :) 





Learning Life

Hello... It's me... I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet... To go over, everything... Ok, enough of that!

Yes it's me! Remember? The one who started this blog, and does a horrible job at updating it? That's me... The last time I posted was 14 months ago... Eh hem... 

There will be quite a bit for me to talk about, but I'll do it over a few posts. I think I'll start off with the most important thing that has happened to me... Becoming an "adult"... 

I say "adult", because I never felt like one when the time came, and I still don't to this day, even if I will be 20 next month. What does it mean to be an adult anyways? Perhaps because I'm asking that question it just proves that I'm not one... Anyways! 

Becoming an adult has changed my world quite a bit actually. Maybe more than I wanted it to. I've been through quite the journey, of good, and a fair bit of bad as well. But here's something I've come to realize, and you can judge whether or not this makes me "adult" worthy... If I didn't have challenges, I would never grow. I've learned that sometimes the things I didn't want to happen ended up teaching me more than the things I've planned. I've also learned that when facing challenges, I have a choice to make. I can choose to let the challenge overcome me, or I can choose to overcome the challenge. This is part and parcel of having a disability and certainly isn't new to me, but it has become more real to me in the almost two years of "adulthood". Challenges can come in many different forms, and they can be physical, mental, or both. Turning 18 was a lot of both for me. My coming of age meant that I would lose more than half of the coverage and support from the government that I received as a child. Trying to live my life with the new lack of support has been extremely difficult. I still require the same types of medical equipment (which is ridiculously expensive by the way... Just to give you an idea, my new wheelchair cost $38,000), I still need therapy every week to manage pain and be able to function, and I am still required to see a seating specialist to help with my very complex seating system for my wheelchair. All of this has become so much more stressful ever since I lost my full coverage and has definitely provided me with a challenge, one that I believe is shameful and unnecessary if I'm being honest. I won't say that all the mental challenges I've been through were negative, because I believe they've helped me become more mature and given me many more useful tools. Most of this resulted from my work with FIRE, which I will be posting about later. My journey with FIRE has been one of constant learning, and most of it has been life changing and extremely rewarding. I don't think I'd be the person I am today without God, my mother, and FIRE... 

So... We have a lot of catching up to do! And we shall... Soon, very soon... Stay tuned!