Orthodonist decided to try and kill me yesterday. They were just going to take out the wires, make sure they were coordinated and put them back. But for some reason, still unknown to me, the wire WOULD NOT come out. They tweaked, twisted and pulled until I couldn’t stand it anymore. Finally, he said, “I can’t do this too you, I am just feeling too bad.” So he tried to put it back in. No dice. He actually had to cut the wire apart and take it out a piece at a time. Everytime I think about it I wince. He said it was the toughest wire he’d ever seen. Sometimes I think I would’ve been better off with my crooked teeth.