After about 45 weeks of almost flawless fitment, my Invisalign trays started to get out of whack at the end of last month, specifically the top sets. Usually they go in with a nice satisfying click as they fit around the little nubs glued to your teeth (the trays need something to grab onto), but mine weren’t clicking. The tray was hanging down more and more to the point where I couldn’t wear them during the day because they gave me a horrible slobbering lisp. I checked in with the orthodontist, they rescanned my upper and lower palate, and I picked up two new boxes of trays the other day. When I put the top set in I got the click and they fit perfectly. I put the newest set in Tuesday night and I can tell they’re now working on moving my premolars outward to continue making room for the front teeth—which are almost straight—because the premolars are sore as shit. I’ve got about 30 weeks left in the series, which will put me somewhere around the end of the year for a straighter smile.
I’d have to say the last four days have been as busy as we’ve ever been, and I guess that’s a very good thing. Instead of sitting around drinking beer and listening to blues records in my underwear, I’ve been keeping busy with updates to my portfolio site, getting in touch with contacts in the outside world, juggling the housing demolition with finishing up the upstairs rooms, and trying to stay sane. I have a table full of lists, lists of lists, piles of paper, reciepts, and ideas, and I don’t feel like I’ve been able to begin anything yet.
It’s too early to have any kind of set schedule at this point (especially as the rest of the house is in total chaos) but my plan is to start doing weekly illustration again, for real, and have a portfolio of new work built by the end of the year. Sometime in early 2006 I’d like to buy some pages in the big directories and try to solicit work. I’ll be posting new work on my portfolio site weekly starting next Monday (If I can move my fingers after sanding the floor in the kitchen), so keep an eye out for me.
Speaking of, follow the link to a series of pictures of our bombed-out kitchen. We’re now washing our dishes in the bathtub. Whoopee!
… sitting around drinking beer and listening to blues records in my underwear …
How about your leather pants?
YEAH BABY. Those are some rockin’ leather pants there. Unfortunately, the green of the pants doesn’t match the disgusting pink of the kitchen, so I won’t be able to purchase them.
And you read the seller’s story, right?
Yeah, I laughed my head off. Thanks for that one.
Wow. Ee. About the leather pants, I mean. I never thought you’d part with them. The kitchen? Feh. (Seriously…great progress!!)