Invisalign Claustrophobia: Analogy

March 16...

Here's my analogy of wearing the Invisalign trays that I conveyed to my husband last night:

The upper tray is like an overweight sweater: It's the only one you've got and when you feel overheated, you remove it. Suddenly you're cold because you've got only a thin t-shirt and you realize that you have to put the sweater back on, otherwise, you'll freeze. It's a damned if you do, damned if you don't scenario.

The bottom tray is much like wet jeans: They grind, pull, and rub and won't allow you to remove them because they're extremely tight and you'll require the help of others with plenty of tears.

Invisalign Claustrophobia

March 14...

I never really thought I'd have issues with claustrophobia -until I had Invisalign trays inserted in both my upper and lower teeth.

Sometimes the waves of anxiety rise and fall, but when they rise, I just want to yank these suckers out. Ever see your dog pull at the bandages after getting stitches because he got into something stupid? That's how I feel.

After 2 days, I'm learning how much I don't like taking out the bottom trays -they smart, bringing tears to my eyes. However, sleeping is proving beneficial -I'm not chewing, gnashing, or otherwise pulling on the trays. Perhaps I'll sleep thru the rest of the year when the Invisalign comes to term.

I'm a big baby when it comes to pain and thought I had a pretty good pain threshold, but I also know I'm not big on anyone playing in my mouth.

Ahh, the price of vanity. Okay, it's not vanity, it's actually a medical necessity at this point, but I'd like to think that I'm a diva awaiting her closeup after the full treatment.