I was one of those bad children who didn't brush nearly enough and quit going to the dentist as soon as possible. For my last birthday, the big 3-0, my boyfriend gave me a camera and a surprise party. A few days later, I looked at the pix and was horrified at each one. That did it - I made the feared dentist appointment and got an orthodontist. I've dealt with the "drill & fills", 3 teeth were extracted two weeks ago, my spacers in a week later, and here I am, on the verge of being a bonafide metal mouth.
This site has been awesome through all my questions and research. It's wonderful knowing I'm not alone and seeing everyone's hints, tips, and experiences.
NO MORE BAD PICTURES -- or at least none that I can blame on my teeth!
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