When all else fails, ride a horse. The goal today was simply to keep busy so that I would not be thinking about the plastic in my mouth. I did keep busy – I alternated riding and running and walking Raudi 10 miles, which I discovered is the distance to the end of Buffalo Mine Road.
It was not her favorite ride – when we do this trek, she acts like I am taking her to the house of doom. Behind every tree (at least in her mind) lurks a predator, one that will eat her and then pick out its teeth with her bones. It’s always been this way, though in the past she would spook, in an attempt to unseat me and run home. Knock on wood, it seems like those days are over.
At one point she stopped and put her neck up and her ears forward. I got off, for I feared being tossed. Her eyes were bulging. But, she was not chuffing. If she were chuffing, it would mean that a bear was close by. I just told her to get over it and she moved on.
Yep, less time spent thinking about the retainer and how it feels. It does not hurt, it just feels like my teeth are encased in plastic. Duhh. The worst thing of all is that I can’t eat with these so-called trays in my mouth. I have to remove them. And they do not come out easily. I have to use the equivalent of a dental crowbar to get them out. And doing this hurts.