I’ve come to the conclusion that my teeth won’t be done this month, or next month, or anytime this season…more like August, if I’m lucky.
“You were in my dream,” Doc said.
“Oh really?” I was not amused.
“Yeah, except I wasn’t sleeping…it was kind of like a daydream. I was just thinking, where’s Audubon?”
When Doc gets nervous about this long, exhaustive process, he starts faux hitting on me. In an anxious sort of way. In this Round 46, he wanted to shave my upper pre-molars because “they’re not pointy enough so they don’t fit together well with the bottom teeth.” Why didn’t he figure this out three years ago, or two years ago, or last month when he said I was almost entirely finished? My teeth and bite are still moving constantly, so I refused to let him shave off more of my teeth. I’m hoping that when I return in two weeks, he’ll agree that they don’t need to be shaved.
Now I’m wearing horrible elastics from the top right canine (Formerly Impacted Tooth) to the bottom left canine — that’s across the front of my mouth & tongue, if you’re following along — as well as a second elastic from the FIT canine down to the lower right canine. The intention is to adjust my midline back into a centered position, but I feel like it’s recreating the crossbite and only allowing my right molars to meet now, which means I can’t chew on the left side. It’s really horrible and uncomfortable. I know I’m going to come back in two weeks and Doc will do something entirely different, and then another two weeks will go by, and then another, and then it’ll be spring and then it’ll be summer and my bite will still be getting readjusted and I’ll still be wearing ugly elastics all up in my mouth….Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
In non-orthodontal adventures, did you know there is a NASA channel? I discovered it last night and it’s all I can watch now. Absolutely fascinating. And appropriate, since there’s a great lunar eclipse tonight.