Every time I think I can almost start to handle whatever is thrown at me next, something happens that completely throws me off
I had my first adjustment today. I wasn't even worried about it beforehand, I honestly thought it would be routine, pop the brackets off for the teeth to be removed, replace ligs, tighten wires, etc. Boy, was I in for a surprise.
The actual adjustment stuff really wasn't bad. It's uncomfortable when they tighten the wires and do the little twisty clicky tool thing. But the bracket removing issue was a whole other story.
First, the assistant pinched and tugged and pried the brackets off. It felt like some of my teeth wanted to come off with the brackets. But the honest-to-God worst thing I have faced yet was when he went about scraping the glue off my teeth. I guess it was basically a type of pliers he used with a sandpapery bit on it (only metal scrapey bits?) He scraped and scratched and pinched and everything short of putting his foot on my ear while trying to pinch-scrape-pulverize the glue off my teeth. I had no idea something could hurt like that, in that way. It was horrible, and I was sure that my tooth would come out, get cracked, or the extreme force he was applying would result in him losing the grip and the tool flying into my eyes. The pain was incredible! I tried so hard to take it, but the pain made my eyes start to water and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face as I laid there. My whole body was shaking from it and I got drenched from head to toe in my own sweat, which went through my clothes... and I'm the kind of person who only sweats if she's running a marathon... in a desert.
I just can't believe how horrible that was. When I asked on the "Naked Tooth" board if this is what I can expect when ALL of my brackets are removed when my braces come off eventually, somebody suggested that maybe he was doing it wrong. I looked back at every debanding/debracketing post I could find on ArchWired to see if everybody goes through this, and it sounds like most don't, though a couple seemed to, to an extent.
If getting braces off is going to be anything like this.... I honestly don't think I can handle it. I would rather keep them on the rest of my life. Every tooth filling and novacaine shot and everything else I have ever had cannot compare to the pain of today's glue-scraping. It couldn't come close to how bad the wisdom teeth surgery was, but damn... the pain tolerance bar needs to be raised somehow. I almost kissed my floor when I got home tonight, it was such a miserable afternoon. I can't imagine how much worse it would have been had I not taken two aspirin beforehand.
On the other hand, I'm fearing Tuesday's tooth filling a little less, now. I won't jinx myself by saying it can't possibly compare to the pain of today, but... in my experience, it shouldn't possibly...
Well, despite scaring all the kids and teenagers by walking out of the ortho's office with a red, puffy, i've-been-crying-i'm-an-adult-crybaby-wusface, I survived, and the brackets are off. Oh yeah, and the "problem" glue (one spot was worse than all the others) came from a bracket that had apparently broken and had to be replaced.
I got silver ligs this time, I decided to go low-key until the future gaps in my mouth close somewhat.
I got the stupid extraction order from my ortho after nagging him with about a dozen phone calls all last week. And they managed to remove the right brackets today, and yes, I paid for it, and for nagging, and for wanting the best out of my treatment. I have no pride left, but hey... let's see how much more dental torture Lin can stand in the next month!
Sorry, I just can't believe how much worse this stuff gets. I don't think I would have gotten braces had I known about things like today.
Lessons in patience, strength, self, friendship, love, determination, tolerance, honesty, pain... I'm not sure how much else can be packed into a single year for a single girl. The going theme seems to be, how much can I stand, how determined am I? How patient can I be? A sign in front of a church I drove by on my way home ironically announced, "Patience, it carries a lot of wait!" I guess that's true. Wait and pain. Pain and wait. In just about every way in my life. Sometimes I just want all of it to stop so I can catch my breath, when it tries to bring me to my knees. Sometimes I just want it all to go away.
Well, here is a new photo of my teeth, following my first adjustment, preceding my extractions/exposure surgery. Mind the nasty brown coffee stains on the clear bumper ligs. I kind of like the silver ligs for their subtlety for now:
I think my midlines have straightened out a little bit, but I don't see much progress anywhere else. Hopefully that will change after the extractions. All four first premolars will now be extracted, along with that lonely little baby canine there.
I need to push back my surgery date, unfortunately, since I need more time to work on 3 simultaneous deadlines at work, and I can't exactly delegate since I run the company with one other person.
Karen, it's so disappointing that you can't bring your canine down! Does it hurt at all where it is impacted? It must be ankylosed up there with the roots of your other teeth? I hope that you can close the gap successfully, maybe your teeth just have their own sense of time when it comes to how fast they want to move. Maybe the trick is that we have to be as stubborn as our teeth??