- a tongue retainer. It seems when I swallowed I pushed forward with my tongue. This would eventually cause my teeth to jut forward. The orthodontist, a talented Dr. Stegamen, put in a razor, essentially, behind my teeth. My tongue quickly learned to not push forward when I swallowed.
- headgear. I had an overbite. I used it very regularly for six weeks. Then the doctor said I didn't need it. I was happy.
- braces. Crooked teeth will never do. I also had to obligatory retainer.
- various spacers
- four teeth were pulled one day. They were baby teeth. It was to make room in my overcrowded mouth.
- my upper gums were cut open. My left front tooth wasn't coming in. It was unable to cut through my gums, so the dentist did it for me. It dropped nearly halfway out that night.
- sealant. My teeth had naturally large crevaces. Dr. Stegamen filled them with sealant to reduce the risk of cavities.
Thankfully, I've never had a cavity. Now here is why I'm not overly concerned about the spots on my teeth. They seem familiar. A majority of my teeth have stains on them. They were caused by an excess of flouride in my youth. The school offered it, so I took it from them, but it also seems I was getting plenty of it in the water at home. It stained my teeth. I wonder if all my bones are stained like that. Its spotty and strange.
I'll have more work done, too. My wisdom teeth will need to come out, my mouth is pretty crowded as it is, and I've heard talk of making my teeth a uniform color, as opposed to stained.
I also had my tonsils removed. They were huge. So huge I was physically unable to swallow pills. They also caused me to snore horribly. And they were storing Strep Throat. The doctors had planned on removing my Adenoids as well, but when they got my tonsils out they noticed such a huge difference in my breathing that they decided to just let it go. I know its not dentistry, but its mouth related.
To cut out your tonsils the doctors go in with, essentially, an ice cream scoop. The kind of ice cream scoop that has the little metal blade that runs along the scoop and separates the ice cream. Except the blade on the de-tonsiler runs the other way.
Sometimes I have dreams of my tonsils in a jar. I've never seen them outside of my mouth, but I clearly see them floating in formaldehyde in a jar, with weird tendril-esque appendages.
I'm procrastinating on writing a paper.
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