the joys of jaw surgery (and other adventures on the road to perfect teeth) - health care appliances

When I recovered from my chin surgery, I found two shocking things.
The first one: now my chin is turned into two pieces and my teeth move when I brush my teeth.
Another major news is that I am seriously allergic to Percocet painkillersI and two years ago I decided to put braces on teeth with severe misplacement.
You may or may not know that there are some good health care options in Canada.
But in Ontario, unless we have a health insurance plan at work, our citizens pay for all dental services at their own expense.
Because I haven't had medical insurance since then. . . ever. . .
I know that braces will affect my wallet.
Fortunately, I have a connection with the orthodontic teaching program at the top universities in my city.
So like I was able to get around the three of them
Waiting list for one year and my journey (
Read mild torture)began.
I am so grateful for being able to track this project quickly that I pay little attention to the cost (
This is actually the third time a regular orthodontic doctor has)
And long time commitment.
After paying a large down payment and negotiating sick leave/leave with the boss, I signed up for the preliminary screening.
The doctors and graduates evaluated my disastrous teeth and determined that the only way to approach perfection was to include chin surgery.
Made a plan in front of my eyes, including: two chin surgeries (
The upper jaw is widened and the lower jaw is pushed forward)
New facial shapes and contours generated by the above operations (uh. . . ok! )
Straight Teeth (hooray! )
Regular and lengthy appointments in the middle of my workday (yes please! )
My first date was a three-hour hell that combined X-ray, photography and mold impressions. Nightmare.
When I finished, my mouth was cracked and bleeding, and my waterproof mascara did not stand all my tears.
All of this pain is to get doctors and dentists to see how unfortunate my teeth and chin are.
Like everyone else, I also have a slight fear of the dentist, and this initial appointment is just an introduction to a series of fears for the future, including monthly rewiring, metal appliances, ministers and yeah surgeries.
Several visits, and a few months later, I finally put my first braces on my top teeth.
Almost after that, I was ready for the upper jaw surgery.
Friends, most of you have a beautiful half.
A circular upper palette.
However, my upper jaw grows into a small triangle, which is common in birds.
The only way to solve this problem is to divide my upper jaw into two pieces.
My new broken chin will be secured in place by a metal appliance attached to my molars tooth, and the other two teeth go horizontally through the top of my mouth.
This piece of machinery (
I don't think this has improved since the Middle Ages)
Stuck in the mouth, after the operation, I was responsible for "opening" the device every day, thus expanding the chin to the human form.
The actual surgery is easy.
After a period of pre-
Op cried, I was taken away and then returned to the hospital bed in a form of morphine smoke.
My sweet mother came to pick me up the next day and took me to her house in the suburbs for R & R.
Side note: my life at that time
In boyfriend, he decided that the first priority of the week was to tour with his band in northern Ontario, not to take care of his beloved after surgery.
Note, I said, "That's where I live with my boyfriend.
"I gave my mother a grocery list of people I have prepared for a broken chin, including: liquid nutritional supplements for older people ---
VodkaI found two shocking things during the operation.
The first reason is that now I have two pieces on my chin and my teeth move when I brush my teeth.
Think about it.
Another major news is that I am seriously allergic to Percocet painkillers.
My mother took care of the elderly in her life, so she worked out a detailed medication/feeding schedule for me while taking care of me.
After half a day of painkillers, I started vomiting for hours every hour.
Remember my post
Op handout warned me to avoid mediocre activities such as sneezing and I don't think it's cool to have rampant vomiting.
Mom drove me to the local area (understaffed)
In the emergency room, I continued to vomit for 8 hours in a plastic bag that admitted to the counter, in the bathroom, and on my lap.
I recovered on a wobbly gurney under a thin blanket, and before being kicked out I gracefully took an hour of morphine (
Thanks again to Universal Medical)
Was sent back to my mom's spare bedroom.
My dear mother is paying more attention to me than ever before, and when I need another refreshing bottle or pillow fluff I simply text her.
She never told me where she hid the vodka.
For six months, I religiously re-fused the crazy metal rod hanging on my teeth to form a new pleasant normal shape.
I took out the metal appliance and my face was completely new.
I was worried that I would have an unflattering look at me, but it turned out that I was wrong.
My upper teeth are now sitting comfortably on my lower teeth and my upper teeth are almost non-existent.
I am eagerly awaiting the jaw surgery this spring.
Now that I have all the knowledge I had in my last experience, I will be in the operating room with the air of a veteran.