At my appointment a couple weeks ago, I was so excited. Everything was perfect, and I was so sure he would tell me when I could get them off. After all, it had already been more than 13 months.
He took a brace off one of my molars. It wasn't down far enough. "Sometimes, they just come down on their own," he said, "if not, there's something I can do."
WHAT?!
After being told that I wouldn't even be able to come in for a month and a half to see if my molar just comes down, I just left. I walked away. Crying, I later explained how frustrated I was; not just because they wouldn't be off for months, but because I don't care if one of my molars is a millimeter too high. Who's going to notice?!
The next day, she talked to the office and scheduled my debrace date.
September 5th.
That means that after 14 months, I will have perfect, debraced teeth (well except for the molar that doesn't matter anyway).
I am so excited to be able to close my mouth normally, to bite into an apple, and to have beautiful teeth.
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