Okay, I know it's not Secondhand Sunday, but I bit my lip again today and decided to share the history of my lovely (?) bite with you.
Published July 9, 2009
I was eating an apple tonight and bit my lip. In the same place that
I've bit my lip at least three other times today and twice yesterday. I
know people who occasionally bite their lips or tongue. I, on the other
hand, do it constantly because my bite is so misaligned. I've even
considered having my jaw broken and reset.
When I was young, the dentist suggested that I get braces.
"There's nothing wrong with her teeth, Jean, we aren't doing it," my father argued.
"Maybe there is, though," my mother replied.
"Ridiculous! They're just trying to make money. Crooks!"
Here's a picture of me as a child.
parents were both Depression era babies and still think a loaf of bread
should be a nickel. My mother isn't as bad as my father who thinks
everyone is out to screw him. When I told him about Bernie and how much
the tests were to diagnose her, his response was to get a second opinion
to be sure the vet wasn't just trying to make money off us. Crook!
father's frugality brings us back again to my continually swelling lip
caused by my ridiculously uneven bite. I've always been a voracious
masticator so it generally doesn't take more than one chomp to do
damage. Once, I had bitten down so hard that I thought I was going to
pass out from the pain of my self-inflicted wound. My lip swelled so
large and turned so purple that when I went to work the next day, I lied
and told everyone that my neighbor's dog had bit me. Woof.
time this happens, I touch my finger to my lip to check for blood,
mutter "son-of-a-bitch" and then hold my finger out to gaze at my latest
DNA sample. My father will still argue to this day that I have
beautiful teeth because I never had braces.
Yes, I am glad that my teeth look relatively normal from the outside since all the damage lies inside where no one can see it.
Sort of like what happened to my soul. Thanks, Mom & Dad.