Guess who's back and still in braces? Yeah. Never thought I'd still be here, 8 months after BSSO.
On the one hand, the worst of the BSSO aftermath is over and done with - after a five month marathon of meetings with the acupuncturist, the dentist, the surgeon, the tooth cleaning fairy, two sets of physiotherapists who took turns massaging my aching jaw muscles from the inside, and last and least, my orthodontist.
The swelling in my face has gradually subsided from red balloon to drooling hamster to lumpy goblin to the point where I hardly notice it anymore. (Which was helpful, since noone takes your anger seriously if you look like a pouting blowup doll)
On the other hand, I'm still waiting for a debanding date - with increasing frustration, since I'm still planning to find a new job and move to another city when I'm done. I need a date to have an idea how much longer I should expect to be here and press cherry kernels to the roof of my mouth with my tongue (the speech witches' newest addition to my ever increasing list of wacky tooth strengthening exercises).
Yesterday was a writeoff: my supervisor told me in passing that I won't get a chance to do a project in India after all, and then, to my complete lack of surprise, the ortho took a long look at my teeth and said 'Why are these molars still not touching?'
Beats me! If the three months they spent in punitively tight rubber bands couldn't convince them, maybe they're just not that into each other?
The ortho's not giving up, though. Not him. He cemented some extra braces on my molars, took the upper wire out altogether and put a new tight rubber band around the new construction. I'm supposed to wear it 24 / 7 for the next 4 weeks. At first I thought it had no effect whatsoever, but I was wrong: A couple minutes later, the molars hurt like buggery.
I asked him whether he had any idea why the molars won't move. And who's he gonna blame? The surgeon: 'We should have taken that transpalatal arch out months ago.' Maybe so.... AND maybe he should have discussed it with the surgeon if he thought putting it in was the wrong decision.
As always, I turned to the gym and this blog for solace.
We shall overcome! Stay tuned for an impossibly lengthy recount of my surgery. I wrote it down for a local forum for the toof-challenged, but would like to put it on the
blog as well, along with some more bracefaced pictures.
Day 42 - 6 weeks post op
5 years ago