Pain: Not a damn thing to be done about it.

I've been having a lot of migraines lately, and some of them are from clenching my teeth, some are from stress and food triggers. In short, I've been miserable for the last couple weeks. One day off, three days on (with migraines) and I've been a cranky beyotch because of it.

I had an appointment with Dr. S. today and it went ok. They tried to put a heavier gague wire on, but while the tech Tiffany was putting the power chain on, my upper right canine snapped off. But they're trying to quickly correct the midline problem and it looks like it may be working. My next appointment is in 2 weeks, moved up a week, to try and get things going faster....

I'm going to go. I don't feel well.

I'm not going to lie. It did not go as I had hoped.

Rationally, I knew that there was no way in frosty hell that I would have surgery in time before Dr. L went out of the country. But somehow, silly me, was still holding hope.

Instead, I walked out of Dr. S' office with 4 new top front brackets (I don't know what they're called) and an overwhelming sense of sadness and disappointment. Also, two more appointments in the next six weeks.

In 6 weeks they'll take another set of impressions and we will try again with the surgeon. Then maybe we can schedule.

I am depressed. Sad. Frustrated. Angry. Demoralized.

I can't really be justifiably be mad at the doctors, it wasn't them who didn't do the surgery when I was young. I do feel like this could have been handled better and I shouldn't have to push so hard to get appointments and things moving. But I can't be mad at them if my teeth don't move. I'm 27; I'm not surprised at all that my teeth aren't moving well. I'm full grown and my teeth are set too well in my head.

But I'm angry. And mad. Mad enough to swandive off my diet and eat pizza and icecream before my teeth started hurting last night.

Sad.

I'll let you know.

I have a 4 pm orthodontist appointment with Dr. S. This is the "yes" or "no" appointment on whether or not I can have surgery. I'm nervous, but not expecting good news.

My husband, R, is going out of town for work tonight, which makes me sad. Who will bug me when I'm trying to go to sleep? :)

Frustrated.

Well, nothing has changed since the last time I blogged, besides the fact that... nope. Nothing changed.

I don't have a surgery date yet and am not holding my breath for anytime this month, or September, since Dr. L will be at his practice in Nicaragua in September.

No surgical hooks or wires yet.

To be honest with you, I'm actually kind of cranky about the whole thing.

My jaw hurts a lot lately, and I've been catching myself clenching my teeth almost constantly which then results in a headache.

I know that a lot of you are going through the same thing. The waiting. The frustration. The pain. And I know I'm not alone. But I'm so... annoyed, you know?