So if you read my last post (hi mom, hi dad!) then you know that my braces stopped fitting my teeth correctly last month. And I wrote on and on about how it had been the worst few days ever and I was so upset...and then it was all fine in the end and totally normal.
W E L L.
Since then some real bad shit has gone down; I have had what I would call the worst week and a half...of the year? Definitely not of my life, but pretty close, like top 5 (bottom 5?) worst bunch of days.
Okay, maybe I'm being a little bit dramatic, but it was still not a good week by any means.
Once my teeth were scanned and sent off to whoever they get sent off to, I figured all I had to do next was wait. I had a tentative appointment set up for October 5, which was iffy only because sometimes the orthodontist and the people at Invisalign go back and forth on what is the best treatment option for like, 100 years.
So last Tuesday I got a call from the orthodontist, and I thought, great! They must be done early so I can start sooner than I thought!
My dreams were soon crushed as I called back and heard the words I thought I'd never have to hear...again.
Ortho: Hey, so, you might remember last year we were considering pulling those 2 teeth at the top?
Me: Uhuhh.
Ortho: So I was thinking you could come in and look at what we're thinking. We think we want to extract those to make room after all.
Me: ...
Ortho: I can tell you're not exactly doing cartwheels over there.
AND HE WAS RIGHT. I mean, I guess you could say my emotions were doing cartwheels. I got a little teary eyed and agreed to go see what was up. At that point I assumed there was going to be another, maybe more difficult, option, so I wasn't completely devastated. I did manage to lose a ton of sleep over it, but otherwise felt okay...ish.
Next day I showed up and they showed me the new treatment plan they were thinking of going with. It involved pulling 2 teeth (one on each side) near the front of my mouth - the ones right behind the 2 that stick out the most, right before my molars. Eeeek.
Option 2 was getting my top 2 wisdom teeth taken out, but somehow I'm left with a weird overbite at the end. GREAT.
Neither seemed okay, but they didn't give me any other options. I left the office promising I'd think about it while holding back tears like no tomorrow! Once I got in the car, all hell broke loose!
Not to be dramatic, but that right there started one of the worst days I've had in a while. I had to sit in my car and cry for a full 20 minutes before I pulled myself together enough to go back to work after lunch. I even called back that afternoon to again ask if there was any other way, and was told it's just not gonna work. My dumb mouth is too small and filled with teeth and the old plan just isn't going to get us results. PLUS that night I read that Fixer Upper is ending after the next season. CHIP AND JOANNA HAVE FAILED ME.
So today I called them and officially made my decision: I am getting my top 2 wisdom teeth taken out. As I write this I feel a weird acceptance about it, even though I admittedly cried about it 4 times today since making the call. All I knew was I didn't want to be missing 2 front teeth for 6 months, and to me it's way more normal to get rid of wisdom teeth anyway.
I found some oral surgeon near-ish to work to get it done and booked all the appointments I needed to, and now I must wait. I was going to make them wait until November, but I was told if the consult goes well and it looks easy enough to get done without knocking me out (fingers crossed!) then they might just take care of it at the consultation appointment. Gawd. I'm gonna die.
So that might happen...4 days before my birthday. Ending 23 with a bang - and some bleeding gums.
I'm mostly okay with it, at least until I think about the reality that will be me laying in bed for 24 hours and feeling sorry for myself. I did make my boyfriend download all 9 seasons of One Tree Hill, so at least I'll be able to cry while watching some teens play basketball and like, get married at 16 years old.
I know I'll be happy I did it in the end, but this particular bump in the road has been difficult to get over. Teeth gross me the hell out and the thought of driving myself to some strange office and letting someone take 2 of them out makes my skin crawl. Freaks!!
I guess that's all I have to say about it for now. I am absolutely 100% dreading this, but at the same time I can't wait for it to be over. I imagine I'll update again once this horror is behind me, so, see ya when I'm 24!
Recommended Listening: I Will Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie (aka my self pity song this week!)
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