A beautiful smile is always in style: Round Nineteen
Se fue la misery! Round 19 went pretty well, all things considered. I got the same now-lame rap from my doc: I enjoy torturing you, bla bla bla, but really there was very little pain involved in my monthly adjustments today.
Of course, the second he looked at my teeth, he said, “Why isn’t your impacted canine down yet?”
“I dunno,” I said. “You tell me. You’re the doctor.”
Granted, it’s only been a mere 10 months since they began yanking on the dang thing, but every half-millimeter it descends brings me closer to perfect teeth. Today they attached a cut-off wire from it to my top right molars, then replaced the regular wire on the rest of the top teeth, cutting it at the point where it should reach up to grab the impacted tooth (this is to prevent “stressing” my FST, formerly sideways tooth, so that its nerve won’t die).
Anyway, by my 28th birthday, the tooth should (should? should!) be all the way down, which would be marvelous because then I’d be not only pushing 30 but very nearly completely “fixed”, orthodontally-speaking.
“How much longer, seriously, will this take?”
“Soon,” he said, his fingers twisted in my mouth.
“No, I mean in a macro sense, how long?”
“Oh,” he sighed. “You want a hard number? It’s hard to tell, based on your canine, but I’d say we’re looking at some point in the next six months.”
Did you HEAR THAT? Reconstruction will be DONE in the next six months. You heard it here first, people: I WILL be able to chew steak, gum and roast beef sandwiches in six months. That also means I will no longer waltz into the ortho office and get treated like a rockstar: “Hey, I like your hair.” (Office manager, sweet person.) “Very cute.” But whatever, things are much better orally than they were a year ago. Yeah, I’ll post photos soon. That’s my update.