Quick Update/NEW BLOG!

Hello everyone, long time no blog! This is a quick update to say that I am leaving tomorrow for a semester-long study abroad adventure in Peru and Chile!  If you have any interest in following my totally cliche travel blog, it can be found here:

viajarconbuenaonda.blogspot.com

I have still been following a number of recent jaw bloggers, who all are doing amazing so far-- you got this guys!!  

I myself have been having some discomfort with my teeth-- my upper teeth always feel pushed by my lowers, almost as if my underbite is fighting back.  The orthodontists/surgeon insist that my bite is perfect, but I feel what I feel.  It's unfortunate, but is a relatively minor issue.  I have recently seen some videos/pictures of my jaw before surgery that once looked completely normal to me, and now are almost uncomfortable to watch.  Overall, I still am very happy with the way things turned out!

It's almost midnight and I've barely packed for the next three and a half months... blogging = procrastination

Planet Cavity

This morning, I was abducted by aliens.

After waiting nervously with the other victims in the unsettlingly clean and quiet holding area, I was led through a labyrinth of colorless walls and identical doors to a small white room which contained only a reclining chair, lit by a large overhead lamp and surrounded by an array of metal tools of varying shapes, sizes, and sharpness.  I was instructed to lie down as the chief alien peered at me through ultra-magnification glasses.  He and his assistant begin to force a plastic splint-like device between my jaws which connected to an air-sucking tube-- this was not about to be a pleasant experience.  The aliens then proceeded to inject a mysterious substance into my gums, effectively numbing them.  I squeezed my eyes shut, fluttering them open occasionally to glimpse a white-gloved hand grasping a sharp silvery tool.  The instruments screamed like tea kettles as I felt the enamel of my teeth being roughly scraped away.  Amidst this noise I could only understand a few words of their garbled alien speech; when I did not respond, they seized my head and jaw and moved it as they pleased.

The aliens had a strange fondness for Adele.  A live performance of the singer was played three times during the procedure among several technical difficulties.  Based on the approximate length of each song, I could judge that I had been laying in the chair for over two hours.  It has to be over soon.  What else do they want from me?

Soon enough, they released me back into the holding room, having performed the necessary operation. The left side of my face drooped from the numbing substance, leaving me dribbly and awkward for several hours.

CAVITIES SUCK.  This was actually my second trip to the dentist this week, as I wanted to get each hole-ridden tooth filled before traveling this summer.  As a result of the inability to clean my teeth during the two months in a splint, I had developed SO MANY CAVITIES.  Chief Alien didn't tell me how many, but I guessed 8 or 9.  Oh well, another unpleasant side effect of surgery.  It could have been much worse: I apparently was dangerously close to needing a root canal.

TAKE CARE OF YOUR TEETH KIDS!  Or you will be abducted.

Update from Allie!

It's funny how after all of the pain and suffering, stress, insecurity, frustration, joy, depression, impatience, and multitude of varied emotions that accompany this surgery and its extensive recovery, life starkly refocuses itself after it's all over.  Back to the future, back to relationships, back to exploring the possibilities that lie within you.  During the surgery process, my mind was consumed by the feel and appearance of my jaw, a small and largely insignificant aspect of myself.  Now those few months of my life are so distant, so intangible that it is difficult to realize that they happened at all.

After the braces were removed, I returned to school with my head held high.  Did the surgery fix everything? No.  Do I consider my jaw/facial structure to now be perfect? No.  Am I satisfied with the results and believe the surgery, to be worth all the suffering? Yes I do.

The preoccupation with my jaw has largely vanished, leaving me, at this highly transitional and formative period in my life, to return to learning about myself and the world I live in, growing, and gleaning as much happiness as I can from every beautiful moment while I am capable.

Recently, my time has been consumed by track season(sorry for not posting!).  This summer, I have an internship at an online publication (which means I can travel!), and will then be spending my fall semester abroad in Valparaíso, Chile studying Cultural Identity, Social Justice, and Community Development.  I am optimistic about the future and am gaining confidence in my goals, desires, and interests.

The response to this blog has been overwhelming-- I never dreamed that it would reach so many other patients looking for information about surgery!  I read everything that people write and have definitely teared up at some of the comments I have gotten, you all are so wonderful.  Thank you for being amazing!

And to the jaw surgery patients who are thinking about surgery, about to get surgery, recovering from surgery: YOU are incredible.  You have seized an opportunity to refocus your mind on aspects of life much more worthy of your attention than jaws and teeth.  The suffering, albeit awful, is such a short hurdle to jump in the grand scheme of things.

To end, here are some recent pictures because everyone loves those!

Aaaaaaand here's my teeth from beginning to end:

Before:

3 Months Invisalign Braces:

Regular Braces/Underbite in all its glory

 Done!

<3

PS. I love smiling now.  I LOVE IT.