- Pain: 0/10
- Inconvenience: 4/10
I’m not sure if you can see the appliance in the roof of my mouth or not, but it looks exactly like the picture below. Its sole purpose is to restrict my upper palette from narrowing. How long it will remain in service is a question that attracts different responses depending on whom it is directed to. If you speak with my surgeon, he’ll tell you it’s only necessary for 1 more month. By then, the bone will be fused back together and completely filled in, so the appliance won’t be necessary. However, if you’re talking with my orthodontist, she will kindly inform you that it will exist for the remainder of my treatment. The most annoying part of the appliance (aside from having a raw tongue and being unable to swallow and talk properly) is that peas get stuck in the middle of it. They fit there quite perfectly, in fact.
I took my elastics out last night in anticipation of my first bite of solid food. If you read my last update, you’re aware that it didn’t go over as planned. Afterwards, I was unable to get the elastics back in. They hook onto my most rear molars, and that’s a difficult area to get to when your cheeks are swollen and numb. Today, however, I managed to get them into place properly! The trick is to start by wrapping them around the furthest tooth you can reach, and then looping the elastic over each successive molar until you finally hit your target. I’m going to be very disciplined in wearing them because I want my bite to close up as soon as possible. It’s also reassuring to know that I’m not the only one in this predicament.
I’ve also realized I’m in something of a catch-22. I need to chew to regain the strength and mobility in my jaw, but I need to remove my elastics to do so. Removing them prevents my bite from closing, thereby leaving me with the inability to chew. It’s a vicious circle. But hey, I’ve finally graduated from my Tigger toothbrush to a more adult-sized instrument.
“You look like a little boy.”
Lastly, I finally had my hair trimmed. People can finally see how skinny I’ve become because my jaw bones are clearly sticking out of my face. In fact, my sideburns have to wrap around them. I’ve also been told that I look like a little boy now that I don’t have a mop of hair covering my face. I’d like to extend a special thank you to my friend who took care of that for me. Note that, due to the term “hairdresser” being dated, I’m officially rebranding these fine people as noggin fluff engineers.
Have I mentioned that I’m well over halfway towards my full 90-day recovery? The glass is half full, my friends.