Raise the Roof.

It happened.

6 months after getting my SARPE installed, it’s been removed.

I’ve been looking forward to this day for just about every day it’s been in place. It’s awkward to talk, awkward to eat, and just awkward to have in your mouth.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m beyond thrilled I had the procedure done. My cross-bite is fixed, my braces are in place, and all will be right in Trish’s dental world here shortly.

I was running a bit late for my appointment and deathly afraid they wouldn’t be able to see me because I missed my time slot. Luckily, against my greatest Monday fear, they were there. The orthodontist plopped me right in place and got to work on removal.

“Don’t worry, it will feel like your teeth are breaking, but they aren’t.”

Wait, what? No.
Nope.
No.

No wait…it kind of does. They were as gentle as could be, but with bonding in place and a metal torture device installed for a good six months, it definitely made a home there. I heard cracking, felt pulling, and pretended like I was Bill Murray from Little Shop of Horrors.

The whole removal process took about five minutes total. They laughed when I asked if I could keep it, but I was only half joking. This thing is tribal art and should be worn as a token of triumph! At least they let me take a photo…

I know, right?

I know, right?

 

I should have kept this for Halloween.

I should have kept this for Halloween.

Maybe it’s too gross to post online, but I don’t currrr. I wore this for six months, you can live with it for six minutes.

 

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