A beautiful smile is always in style: Round Ten
Now the madness is down to a monthly basis. I went in after four weeks of happy steak-eating and came out unable to chew macaroni. Oh well.
For the benefit of my archwired readers, here are the dumb dental details:
They changed out the bigger wire on top (thank you God), replacing it with another skinny, light one; they attached ALL the teeth (this is a first! there was never enough room to do that before) — the result is a rollercoaster track of wire. Meanwhile we wait, wait, wait until the damn impacted canine takes its sweet sweet time to show itself. “I better be able to see it by the next time you come,” Doc said. You and me both, buddy.
Hot hot ortho assistant Gael has been replaced by a taller, hairier Brazilian ortho assistant. Fortunately I got worked on by the doctor alone, “since you’re a special case,” he told me. That means I have too many problems to entrust my case with a mere assistant. Plus I might deck the assistant if he hurts me, and the doc doesn’t mind as much when I deck him.
*****Postscript — So 10-or-so hours after the adjustment, Oh My God I wanted to DIE. I cried half the car ride up to Vermont. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. It was really awful. I’ve said it a million times already, and I’ll say it again: if I don’t look so hot when all of this is over, somebody’s gonna pay. About 6 grand.