Aaaaand this is how they look like now, on March 14, 2014. The next appointment is on April 25 (when my grandmother turns 75, by the way! I'll go to Lahti to visit her.)
People keep telling me I'll get a nice Pepsodent
smile after all this is over. **EDIT:
I just had my readjustment earlier today, on August 15, 2014; I had one in May or June, can't remember which, before the hospital went for a summer break. My teeth have straightened up fairly quickly, and they're telling me the surgery could be on December 17, 2014... However, I'm rather disheartened by the idea that I'd have to spend ANOTHER Christmas doped by meds AND unable to enjoy the feasts.
So I'm trying to ask them if it's possible at all to postpone it to January/February. Yet, if I have to, then I'll have another ruined Christmas...
ANYWAY. My teeth look rather good by now, I don't have pics from this summer's earlier appointments, but here's a pic I took this morning (my lower row keeps changing still, one tooth had started to slant backwards but few ours after taking the pic, it's back in the row with everyone else!). I got my first tut-tut for a tiny bit of uncleaniness behind the front metal thingos, but damn that space's a narrow place to clean with that itsy-bitsy brush.
Next appointments are on September 20-something, and October 20-something.
Next time they're taking new molds to overview the progress. I'm kinda treading that because that mold stuff tastes awful and makes me want to puke.
Had my braces adjusted in the morning (September 23), and they also took new molds. That was HORRIBUL.
I thought I'd choke, but somehow I made it. I hadn't had enough painkillers in the morning, so it hurt
and afterwards too. I hadn't eaten anything in the morning 'cause I knew they'd take the molds and I knew I'd gag, so I was feeling pretty weak and didn't go to my lecture in the afternoon.
I got home and went back to sleep haha. I've no pics this time, because the rows haven't really changed, but by next time there should be some changes. ^_^ They're also going to take some other molds for the surgery, and X-rays, before Christmas. The surgery itself will be in January
so I won't have to spend another Christmas in misery, all drugged-up and unable to eat.
Time's passing so quick.... I still get very anxious when I think of the surgery, but I'm trying not to panic. I can already see myself hitting the nurse when she tries to give me the anesthesia stuff and then run away screaming.
October 24. I didn't really sleep last night, I didn't eat anything in the morning, and I forgot to take any painkillers
before heading out to the braces readjustment.
Well, I was a bit early, so I went to the hospital's cafeteria and picked up some juice (I didn't want to eat and get stuff stuck on the damn things..) and theeeeeen well. Luckily they didn't take new molds
but next time they will.
The lower front hurt like hell when they were readjusting, I actually jerked out of pain so that some of their equipment dropped.
The upper row went with much less pain, thank goodness.
Today I have a pic to show:
The next appointment is on December 16. As said, they'll take new molds... and also X-rays. All this in preparation for the surgery ... The date for that is still uncertain, but it's most likely on January 14 or 21. I'm hoping 14, 'cause then I could still participate in lectures of period III.
Taken on December 24, 2014. I had the readjustment on Dec 16, and they said my teeth shouldn't move anywhere anymore after that... 'cause they took the casts then, and X-rays.
The cast taking was horrid, I kept gagging and all, but anyway, you can't see it from the pic but there was a gap between two corner teeth on the lower-left side (right from the viewer's point of view) and it DISAPPEARED only a couple of hours after the readjustment session.
Oh boy... which means the casts probably need to be redone.
The surgery is currently scheduled for February 4, 2015, BUT. I've fallen ill. I've fever and a dry cough.
Perfect timing, as usual. I'm shit-scared and had a really bad breakdown about it last night, but Miika comforted me, and talking with people about my fears seem to ease it a little as well.
It's been one hell of a journey with these things, though, and I can't wait for it to be over! Need to call some doctors in the morning, though, for a health-check-up to see if the surgery needs to be postponed.
Updating again with a picture of how my underdeveloped jaws look like about now, and where they are going to operate and how my jaws should look like afterwards. So on the left of the pic below, is "before" — on the right is "after". By what I know, they are going to place some sort of an extension of plastic/metal/??? somewhere there... fffff.
My feelings right now? Well, I had the IUD device ... inserted a week ago, so my hormones are fucked up... and I'm SCARED. Nothing in my life has never really went the way I thought/imagined/hoped/wished/dreamed, I always imagine the worst-case scenarios beforehand for just about any situation (expecting the worst —> less disappointment when things don't pan out), and I KNOW this is exactly what I shouldn't be thinking right now, I should have faith and believe (and lots of amazing people are reassuring me it'll be just fine, and thought I may sound ungrateful, I actually am really grateful for all the support
my sweethearts!), but it's so difficult... I keep randomly bursting into tears, it's difficult to sleep, eat, focus on anything... >___< What am I scared of, then? That they'll fuck it up somehow (with my 'luck', that could happen) and I won't be able to speak/eat/do anything else with my mouth normally ever again, that my jaw will drop or hang open randomly, that there'll be an infection and well basically a part of me keeps crashing at the thought that this is The End of everything for me.
A part of me knows I'll be alright. The adult part. The more rational part of me. They've done probably hundreds, if not even thousands, of similar surgeries; I know that the staff at the hospital is really awesome, helpful and supportive. I know I should be in good hands. But despite being 24, I still think I'm quite the child at times... I want to curl up in Miika's arms and just cry there for hourrrrs, that lil' kid is so scared out of her mind.
I'm still coughing at times, but if the bloodtest I had on Tuesday shows up with nothing, I think I'll just go to the pre-surgery meeting on Feb 3 and hope for the best; the D-Day is on Feb 4, and I should get out by Feb 6 if all goes well. Mom will be here for about a week to watch over me, to feed me and all.
I'm doing my best to keep my mind occupied with other things. The most difficult times are when I should be sleeping. Our bathroom's still under renovation, so I can't even have long, hot relaxing showers... (we have to shower at Miika's workplace). Siiiiigh.
Sooo yeah, that's how it is right now.