First, If you've never read the installments of this saga over at Insane Asylime, you must start at least with this post just as an introduction.
Other chapters in the epic struggle between adolescent teeth and middle-aged depression can be found here, here, and here. They are all fairly short if you are interested but daunted by the reading. Do at least read the first one up there if you are new to it then hurry back here. We'll wait....
All done? Good.
Diana had another visit to Dr. Excitement himself. Here is the conversation we had after the appointment.
Mother, you are no longer permitted to accompany me to the orthodontist. Daddy will have to take me from now on.
Why is that?
Because Dr. E. is the most depressed human being on the planet and you actually talk to him, mercifully trying to cheer him up but he is compelled to bring you down to his level. So I get to listen to him drone on about nuclear war, his back pain, and how dental tools made in China are pieces of crap while the psychological struggle between the two of you gets taken out on my mouth! Here's an extra wire for you, kid! Ratchet ratchet ratchet! Let me poke you with my inferior Chinese dental tools while I change your bands. Oh, and now you can wear the HEAVY rubber bands. He will NOT ever be happy and you will continue to talk to him and my mouth will continue to take the beating. I will only permit Daddy to take me from now on because he lets Dr. E. be as depressed as he wants to be.
Great, now what do I do for blog fodder?