Beginning Braces

Yesterday I called my dentist, hoping to bump up my regularly scheduled cleaning a bit so I could be sure I'd be cavity free for all this ortho work. I'm pretty sure I still have a cavity or two lurking in there somewhere. When I use my electric toothbrush, there's a bit of pain up in the top right, and I swear I can also see decay on the bottom right premolar. Considering it'll most likely take a couple weeks to months to get the appointments to get these filled, I should probably schedule them sooner than later if they are necessary. The end result was I could either have an appointment for a cleaning this morning, or 3 weeks from now. I chose the former, and have about 20 minutes before I have to leave!

Up until now, the only people I'd told about all this work I'm having done are my parents and a particularly special guy in my life (that's another whole story I won't get into here). He's been amazing and really supportive, but is getting tired of hearing me obsess. My mom's been really supportive about my choice to get braced, but she is not at all happy about the prospect of surgery. I ended up getting the "its your money and your body, so do what you want" routine. Sometimes, no matter how old you get, parents just don't ever stop being parents.

So I finally told my two closest girlfriends about my plans last nite. I really wasn't going to tell anyone else until I could no longer hide the fact I had railroad tracks on my teeth, but I felt I needed the support. They were so wonderful! I love my girlies so much. They both offered to "take care of me" if need be, and Lora has volunteered to find me (and make me) all sorts of yummy smoothie recipes. She's a kick ass cook, and I'm almost looking forward to that!

In another vein, I found this article about the Psychological considerations in orthognathic surgery. It's a little technical and doesn't contain as much info as I would have hoped, but it might be a decent read if you're considering the surgery as well.

That's it for now... I'm off to brush my teeth again and make my way to the dentist! Isn't the journey fun!?! (That was sarcasm, in case you missed it!)