I'd Lose My Head

I think one of our cats got ahold of my top retainer. Matt and I tore the house apart yesterday looking for that thing. I really don't think there is anywhere we did not look. All couch cushions, dirty laundry piles, trash cans, under the stove, washer, and dryer... you get the idea. Nothing. I'm afraid if too many days go by my uppers will start to shift, so I don't really have a choice but to get a new one. I went today to get my impressions done and the ortho put a "rush" on it so hopefully it will come next week. Meanwhile I walk around trying to hold my front teeth in. I'm going to be one sad monkey if I pay for a new retainer and the old one popls up again. This happened with my glasses once. I had lost them for at least 4 months when I broke down adn got a newp pair. When the next winter rolled around and I was searching through my rarely visited scarf drawer, I found my lost pair of glasses.