By the end of week 2, I was feeling great, no more soreness, no more irritation - yay! back to normal! {{Cue ominous music}}
So Monday, while eating a (smooth) pb& j sandwich, my back molar band comes off. Already? So I clean it, glue it with a bit of brace-eze, and call my ortho. The only time available is Tuesday afternoon, so I rearrange my meetings, apologize to my boss, and leave early. They etch it & glue it back, no problem.
Then my ortho pokes around, compliments my hygiene

(which I soon realize is merely to lull me into submission), and starts replacing some of my plastic ligs with metal. To "tighten things a bit". (My adjustment isn’t due till end of February, but fine.) Then she gets an evil grin (I swear!), and I feel yanking and pressure. “Whah ah yoo ‘ooing?â€