When I try to see this situation objectively, this whole thing seems so brutally insignificant. Compared with so much deeper suffering? In the broad scheme of things, a jaw surgery seems to be something unworthy of making such a fuss over. (I always make too big a deal of things!) Regardless, it's funny how something so seemingly insignificant can dictate someone's every thought and movement.
This is why I now know that the decision to get surgery was the right one. I had the opportunity and the means to improve this one little aspect of myself, my life didn't have to be adjust, settle, deal, adapt, accommodate. At least not in this area: this was fixable. I took a round of pictures the night before surgery on my Photobooth (I'm cursing myself for not taking better-looking ones!) so I could try and get a clear picture of exactly what my pre-surgery bite looked like. This also served to convince myself once-and-for-all that I needed this surgery. I got a little silly, but hopefully these will give you a better picture of my bite discrepancy!
I was biting down in this picture-- ahh!
Aaaaand here's my profile now:
And look at DIS!