I had another adjustment yesterday, where they put in a square wire. Anyone who has worn braces can tell you that this kind of change will make you look and feel like you went 10 rounds with Manny Pacquiao (I'm pretty sure I've used this metaphor once already, but it's just so fitting). The square wire is used more for making adjustments to the roots of the teeth once they've been mostly straightened with the round wire. It's about as thick as a paperclip, which makes it very conspicuous against the clear brackets. My mouth hurts almost as much now as when I first got my braces in November 2011.
It only seems fitting, though, to make me hurt as much on the outside as I do on the inside. Actually, I would much rather hurt on the outside -- I would take the exquisitely tender achiness of being newly braced, the immobilizing agony of herniated discs, and heck, the nausea-inducing, incapacitating dizziness of labyrinthitis, over the heartbreaking anguish of losing a pet. In spite of everything, it was comforting to know that among my brother, mom, and I, we have almost 500 pictures and 3 videos of Cooper, and I was able to assemble a nice tribute to him in the form of a Shutterfly photo book.