A beautiful smile is always in style: Round Twelve
Let me just say, I wish I weren’t so weak; I wish I could endure several extended seconds of intense pain, so that the doctor could have completed his process of whacking off the small metal thing that’s been cemented to my impacted canine tooth since June. But, alas, I started wailing, which apparently is not acceptable behaviour in a crowded orthodontist’s office, so Doc put away his dental pliers and stopped trying to yank the thing off. “We’ll try this next time,” he said, “because you can’t handle it. And by December, the tooth should be fully exposed.”
Oh my God! Really? Are you serious? The tooth will finally grow in, after four or five months of waiting?
Maybe.
Then he took off the invisible rubber band that’s been slowly dragging the impacted tooth down all summer long. By the grace of God, it’s supposed to drop down on its own. I won’t believe it til I see it, but what an exciting prospect!
Adjustments were painful as usual, since they’re in the process of manuevering my bottom teeth so that they’ll finish straightening out, and pulling on my top teeth to try to fill in gaps. I still don’t feel like much progress has been made, but four teeth are out, my crossbite’s fixed, and things are slowly coming along…as long as it’s all off by my 28th birthday, I won’t complain. In the meantime, I’ll complain tremendously when they attempt, next month, to wrench off the things they’ve cemented to various teeth. Because it hurts, people. It hurts like hell. Beauty comes with a price.
Onward!