J had a dentist appointment today.
For once, it was good news.
Amen.
The braces have moved her crooked tooth out of the way, and so the orthodontist thought it was time for a surgery consult, to see if we can talk about that next step.
I keep trying to slow them down about surgery. The orthodontists seem to think that once an adult tooth is inhibited from coming down, it no longer has the power/energy/wherewith-all to come out of the gums anymore.
But ha!!! on them!
Since the braces moved the one tooth out of the way (three weeks ago), her “trapped” tooth has moved at least 2 millimeters!
The oral surgeon said he doesn’t think he’ll be seeing us again. He thinks the gum may be broken by Christmas.
J was so happy. Before he came in and went over the x-rays with us, she was teary in the chair, so unhappy about the prospect of another surgery.
We celebrated. We had nutella wraps and spent $30 on yarn so she can continue to knit my nephew’s blanket. (Which is so gorgeous that it’s hard to believe that it is spewing forth from the hands of a 9 year old.)
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In order to have an at least partially productive day, I worked from home today. It felt a little daring – making this decision so early on. However, it was really the only thing that made sense, in my mind. It saved me 2 hours of work which would have otherwise been spent in transit.
I think it went well, and as far as I can tell, I was not missed.
I’m not a huge fan of working at home, though, so there’s no danger of me abusing the freedom to do so when necessary. I am more focused at work. I like the social interaction.
Today, though, it was a good thing.
So glad she didn’t need surgery! The emotional scarring from all the orthodontics/oral surgery I had from age 11 to 13 still hasn’t gone away.
Hooray for good news. Ditto what Proto said! My orthodontics-filled years haunt my dreams.