What Happened

I was the last patient of the day at Dr. S' office and the girls sent me straight back to the chair with a happy wave. The other girls were punchy and happy because it was the end of the day. They joked and chatted with me as Dr. S looked at my teeth and made notes.

The office is a training office, so frequently you'll get a new assistant who reefs of your teeth as though you were a training head. Theresa, the girl I usually get, who has been at the office for years and years, can change my o-rings and wires with a feather-light touch, and I won't have any pain after. The girl I had today was another matter. She tried. She was pleasant and chatted with me when she realized that I was a regular. She also asked me why I wasn't an assistant, because I kept rattling off random terms, midline, tooth location, etc.

They took impressions, changed my upper wire, took off the power chain (thank god) and the appliance on my front teeth that he was using to flare my teeth out (to make more room in my mouth for my lower teeth after surgery).

I was told to come back in two weeks, in which time I'll be given a "Yea" or "Nay" on whether or not I'm ready.

The only thing wrong now is that my top midline is not straight. It used to be, is all I'm saying.

SO.

What does this mean?

Probably no surgery until October, because Dr. L's trip in September. If he can't do the surgery in early to mid-August, then he won't have the 4 weeks that I'd need him for post-op.

So, I probably won't have surgery until October unless they really rush after my appointment on the 11th. They'd have to schedule the surgery for the next week, which is possible, I suppose, but probably unlikely.

I have a migraine from the new assistant yanking on my wires and brackets, so I'm going to have some cobbler and whipped cream, because its soft and damn tasty.

Have a good night, kids!