Residual dislike of the dental profession
Well I finally broke down and did it. For those of you that may not have heard, I had quite the surprising meeting with an orthodontist a few months ago. Something to the tune of 1 minor jaw surgery, 1 major jaw surgery, and at least 2 years of braces and various appliances. Needless to say, about the time the orthodontist was describing the first surgery I started crying. It was pretty impressive. Right there, in the office while he was talking, couldn't even wait until I got out and to my car... So anyways, here we are 3 months later and I've been avoiding calling him back since I really don't want to do this whole braces thing again, and procrastination is a wonderful way to avoid doing things you don't want to (hello fall yard work!). Today I finally broke down and decided that I would get a second opinion, even phoned and made one. So I have officially found a terrible way to use up my remaining vacation days, visits to the orthodontist. Should be fun, next Wednesday is going to come very quickly I suspect. Wish me luck!
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